"It is." It was pretty much exactly what Dean had been looking for, for a long time. Someone who could be sexually aggressive without trying to turn him into their bitch. Nathaniel seemed to be genuinely enjoying making Dean feel good along with being in control. It was a very pleasant change.

He smiled at Nathaniel's answer and sighed softly, sinking back into the pillows and squirming slightly back against the fingers working him open. The slow, teasing pace was making him hotter and harder by the moment. Dean ached to reach for his own cock and stroke it, but he hadn't been given permission yet.