A pleased smile and a purr-like sound escaped him when Nathaniel pressed his wrists to the table. Dean wasn't sure whether to expect the man to be dominant outside of that club or not and he wasn't at all displeased to find that Nathaniel was just as assertive on his own.

Dean's boy arched, pressing up against the other man and he laughed. "Good. I want you to get hard every time you look at this table from now on."