Dean smiled at that. He leaned in to kiss Nathaniel again. "I think I can make something of it."

He gently turned Nathaniel's head to the side and kissed and nipped down Nathaniel's jaw. He nuzzled a spot under Nathaniel's jaw and sucked the skin there, starting up a slow roll of his hips. Just a slow grind for the friction. His hands slipped under Nathaniel's shirt, palms moving slowly over the bare skin.