Nathaniel let out a low groan as his head tipped back against the tile of the shower, focusing on the way Dean's mouth moved over him, teasing. Dean was talented with that mouth of his, knew just how to work it to have Nathaniel's breath catching and a shiver going down his spine, sparks along his nerves.

His hand dropped to rest against the top of Dean's head, not guiding or pushing but just touching. No real need to guide Dean when he was talented on his own with this, had seemed to map out what Nathaniel liked pretty well.