Dean was so damn good with that mouth of his really. Nathaniel's hips moved a little faster, more erratic the closer he got. He let out a low moan when he finally came, hands tightening further in Dean's hair as his hips paused.

Letting out a pleased sigh, he loosened his hold and leaned back against the shower wall to catch his breath. He looked down and smiled at Dean, sated and happy with the performance. "You did good."

Reaching down, his fingers brushed over his cheek lightly. "That was great."