It was difficult, but Dean stopped when he was told to. The part of him conditioned to follow orders without question overrode a lot of his own desires. Then he was on his back again and he laughed breathlessly, winding his arms and legs around Nathaniel once more.

"God, I hope you don't. I don't want you to stop." He squirmed under the other man, rocking up against him. "Fuck me, please."