He watched Dean for a moment, made sure he was settled and silent like he'd asked before he returned tot he slow task of mapping out the other's body with his mouth and fingers. One hand eventually settled between between his legs to stroke him languidly. No hurry yet. "That's good," he murmured against his skin, nipping at a mark he left behind.

"Stay quiet." Not that Nathaniel was making that an easy task for him.