That was what he wanted to see. Nathaniel's eyes lingered over the sight heatedly, unable to decide if he wanted to watch Dean's mouth work over his cock or the way he was rubbing himself off to all this. He let his hand all down to tangle through Dean's hair lightly, pushing through it.

The soft, wet heat surrounding him had him moaning out, rolling his hips up slowly, carefully. "Don't get yourself off yet."