Nathaniel wasn't really the violent type of guy, not if he didn't have to be and especially not with people he was fucking. If Dean did want more of... what they'd done last night, they were going to have to talk about what they were both comfortable with at some point. That could wait though... all he could think about right now was fucking Dean into the table.

By the third finger, he'd leaned over Dean again and started to kiss up his chest, teasing. "You ready, Dean?" He practically purred right up against his ear. "Can't wait to feel you again... to turn you over and fuck you hard into this table so hard you'll never forget it.."