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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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."

"I guess maybe the hood of my car... beach parking lot at night." It was really hard to think when Nathaniel was kissing and moving against him like that. Every little bit of skin on skin friction just made him crave more.

"Mm, yeah?" His kept his voice low, seductive as he continued to move against him, grinding and exploring, no no real hurry though. That wasn't the point of this. His mouth moved back down over Dean's neck, his shoulder.

"That sounds pretty hot... Bet we can top it though. Restroom in some place packed full? Jerking you off under the table?"

Dean twisted helplessly between the door and Nathaniel. Every touch had his body reacting automatically, straining to get closer and closer. He panted more heavily, moaning between breaths. "Yeah? We could do that. Either... both. Surprise me."

"I can do that," he murmured, one hand probably straying between their bodies to wrap around Dean's cock. He gave him a slow, teasing stroke, giving him a light squeeze. "Could keep you like this all day."

A shiver ran through him. The slow touches were torture. Dean's body was aching for release and he was close to desperate. He took a shuddering breath and gave Nathaniel a smile. "You should, sometime. I'm kind of enjoying being at your mercy."

"Yeah, I can tell," he teased lightly, giving him another teasing squeeze before pumping him a little faster. He leaned in to kiss down Dean's neck again, slowly working his way down his chest.

"Maybe one day I will. See just how much you can take."

"Sorry. I'm pretty bad at pretending I'm not having a good time." Particularly when Nathaniel was holding and squeezing the physical evidence to the contrary. Dean's hips rocked, pushing into the touch of his hand. his breath caught and he whimpered at the feel of lips on his neck.

"I'm looking forward to it." Even if he was pretty damn close to begging, right now.

"Good thing that's not the game we're playing right now then." Liked seeing Dean respond like this. Each whimper and push of his hips just made him want to give more. He didn't though. He let his hand slow back down as he worked on bringing up a fresh mark on his neck.

The point was to get Dean begging after all.

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