followstheorders | In the light of day.

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In the light of day.

Dean woke slowly the next morning, his mind sluggish and disoriented. The first thing he noticed was that he wasn't alone. He laid on his side with another person's arms around him and a warm body pressed up against his back. It wasn't his room at the motel, either. The bed was too comfortable and the sheets smelled clean, not musty.

Without opening his eyes, Dean laid there and tried to think back over the night before. There was no hangover, so he couldn't have been drunk, but his memory was hazy anyway. He remembered checking out a club that was said to be suspicious...

Couldn't really remember going inside, although his mind kept producing hazy images of him on his knees and the smell of sex. Which, really, wasn't the worst thing in the world, but it would be nice to remember it. Some worrisome thought was niggling at the back of his mind, but he couldn't quite make it come forward.

Slowly, Dean opened his eyes and looked back over his shoulder at the man laying behind him.

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"Depends what interests you, I suppose. I'm sure we'll find something... those kinds of shops always have a lot to offer." He bound the other's wrists up above his head, checking to make sure they were secure before he let his palms smooth down his arms and over Dean's chest.

"How's that feel?"

Dean was tall enough that the restraints didn't force him up onto his toes, which he appreciated. Although, he suspected they could be adjusted to do that if desired. He pulled on them to test their strength and then shivered under Nathaniel's hands.

"Mmm... feels good. The restraints, too." He grinned. "Now what?"

The intention hadn't been to put any real strain on Dean, not right now. Just to keep him in one spot. Tipping his head in, he kissed down over his jaw and down his neck, hands smoothing down his chest and stomach. Just touching, exploring.

"Now you stand there and let me work."

"I think I can handle that." Not like he had any need to do otherwise. If Nathaniel wanted to touch and torment him, Dean would be happy to stand there and let him.

His muscles trembled lightly under Nathaniel's hands. Those hands felt so good on his skin.

"Good." He flashed a brief smile before he started to kiss his way down Dean's body, slowly lowering himself to his knees. He nipped along his stomach, down over his his hips and thighs. He paused to leave a few marks here and there, making sure they stood out against Dean's skin as his eyes flicked up to watch his face.

"Like how you're so agreeable."

Dean was panting softly through slightly parted lips as he watched Nathaniel move down his body. He loved seeing the marks the other man left behind. Loved the little possessive gestures.

He smiled. "I can pretend to struggle if you want?"

He huffed out a laugh at that, giving a playful nip to his thigh. "Don't think you'll even want to pretend to struggle in a minute."

Nathaniel leaned in then, kissing along the insides of his thighs before letting his tongue flick over the other's cock, licking along the length of it slowly. No rush yet.

A long, deep groan escaped him when he felt Nathaniel's tongue move over him. He was half hard already and rapidly getting harder. Yeah, he definitely didn't want to struggle now. Not even pretend.

He wrapped his fingers around the base as his mouth worked over his length. Nathaniel wrapped his lips around the head, tongue teasing into the slit before he took him in deep, working him to full hardness.

It didn't take long to get him there. He was already turned on by the sight of Nathaniel on his knees and the way his arms ached each time he tugged against the restraints, forgetting they were there in his instinctual urge to reach for Nathaniel.

He moaned again, hips shifting a little as that warm, wet mouth took him down deep. Sometimes he got so focused on being the one to give them that he almost forgot how good it felt to get a skilled blowjob from someone. It made his toes curl into the carpet below him.

Nathaniel's eyes rolled up when Dean shifted, wanting to watch his reactions, see him tugging at the restraints. He let out a soft, teasing moan as he worked his tongue along the underside of Dean's cock, enjoying the weight of him on his tongue, the taste.

A shudder ran through him when Nathaniel moaned. Fuck, that felt good. Dean's head thunked back against the door and his eyes closed. His breath came a little harder, hips instinctively moving a little more with the continued attention.

He tugged at Dean's hips to let him know it was fine to move his hips. He could take it, if Dean wanted to move... and from the sounds of it plus all the shifting around, he did.

Oh god, did he want to move. Dean moaned when he felt Nathaniel tug his hips and he started to rock them slightly, testing how far Nathaniel wanted him to go. Even the slightest motion was good. "Feels so good..."

The response to that was an answering moan as Dean rolled his hips forward, letting him know it was fine. He could take it, wanted to feel the slide of Dean's cock against his tongue.

In that case, Dean started to move for real. He let his hips roll in slow, smooth circles. The way Nathaniel's lips and tongue felt moving over his hardened flesh had Dean gasping softly with each thrust of his hips.

Nathaniel let out a moan around him, his blunt nails raking down the outside of his thighs as Dean fucked into his mouth. He sucked and worked his tongue over him, anything to coax more of those sounds from him. Didn't want him to come from this though, so he was trying to keep his reactions in mind, watch how he was responding.

It was so good. Fuck, so good. His arms tugged uselessly at the restraints and he squirmed against the door, hips still moving steadily. He could feel heat building and pooling low inside him. He couldn't stop himself from moaning again deeply, more urgently.

Nathaniel let him keep moving for a bit longer, but it sounded like he was getting more urgent with each movement. He reached up to grab his hips firmly though, hold him still as he drew off. He looked up and smirked.

"How was that, Dean?"

A sound of disappointment escaped him when he was held and released. He looked down at Nathaniel with a glassy, dazed expression. He shuddered, squirming under Nathaniel's hands. "That was really good. I had no idea you were so talented."

"Guess I'm a man of many talents," he teased as he slowly got to his feet again, leaning in against Dean and letting his lips graze his. "Couldn't take my eyes off you."

Dean kissed him back, leaning in as close as the arm restraints would let him. Definitely talented. Good at tormenting, too. Dean was hard as a rock now and it looked like he wouldn't be getting relief from it any time soon. "It's a good thing I like it when you watch me, then..."

His hands smoothed up Dean's sides and over his back lightly before he pressed himself in even closer, hard against Dean. He was hard as a rock too, but he didn't move for any relief or friction, just pressed up close against him. "You like being watched, huh?"

A strangled sound, something like a whimper, escaped him when Nathaniel pressed up against him like that. Dean's arms tugged at the restraints a second before he remembered, again, he couldn't move them. "I guess I do. I like the attention."

He ground slowly against him, kissing him deeply and letting it linger. That whimper was hot, every little noise he let out was really. "What's the most public place you've ever gotten laid in? We can maybe top it if you want."

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