Dean smiled at the order and released Nathaniel's cock, sitting back on his heels. He reached for his own jeans, unfastening them and pushing the jeans and shorts down his hips a bit. His own cock, already hard, slipped out and he breathed a sigh of relief when it was free. To make sure Nathaniel had a good view, he tugged his own shirt up and over his head. Out of the way.

"How's that?" He asked as he slipped back between Nathaniel's legs and wrapped his hand around Nathaniel's cock once again. He started to stroke him again, slow and firm. His tongue flicked out to lap at the tip again, teasing.