He let out a soft groan against his lips, one hand rubbing down Dean's back, the other tangling in his hair to keep him pressed close. He wanted Dean bad... couldn't deny that. Looked like that looking around town might be postponed for a bit.

Nathaniel's eyes drifted shut at those words before he reached up to push at Dean's jacket, pushing it down his shoulders. "You in a lot fewer clothes for starters."