He quickened his strokes in response to that whimper, not minding when Dean's hips started to move up into his fist as well. Nathaniel turned his head to catch him in a deep, heated kiss. He coaxed Dean's lips to part for him so he could dip his tongue into his mouth, explore it thoroughly.

He moaned at the taste of himself lingering on Dean's tongue. God, that was so much hotter than it should be, really.