No, Dean didn't need guidance when he had enthusiasm and a genuine delight in the act. Of course, if Nathaniel had a request for something he wasn't used to doing, he'd certainly do his best to do it. The feel of that collar pressing against the skin of his throat every time he swallowed reminded him of why he was wearing it... to please his master. Right now, all he wanted in the world was to make Nathaniel happy.

His hands rubbed Nathaniel's thighs and hips. One slipped between his legs to palm his balls lightly, massaging them gently. He sucked Nathaniel's cock down as deep as he could, very nearly the full length, and sucked hard as he pulled back slowly. His tongue swirled around the head before he sank back down again.