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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"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.

"You like that game?" Dean asked curiously. They'd talked a lot about what Dean liked, but not much about Nathaniel yet. And thinking about it gave him a way to focus his attention a little on something other than how his cock ached for more attention or how each scrape of Nathaniel's teeth against his neck made him want to plead for more. "Fuck..."

"What, you struggling against this?" He gave a thoughtful hum, considering it. He released his cock for now and moved to rest his hand back at Dean's hips, nails raking lightly.

"Maybe sometimes. Right now, I want to see how bad you want it though."

Oh, he wanted it. He wanted it bad. It was getting harder and harder to hold back, too. Another whimper escaped him when Nathaniel's nails raked over his skin. He shuddered and closed his eyes a moment, then opened them again, glassy and pleading. "Fuck, please. I need... fuck.. fuck me. Anything. Just need more."

Well, he was begging. Pulling away from Dean, he went to grab the lube and returned to Dean. He nudged at Dean to turn around in the restraints. It would force his wrists to cross to support the change, but he'd left enough length to be able to do it, he thought.

"Alright, turn around for me."

Dean turned when he was ordered to. The crossing made the restraints pull a little tighter and put a little more strain on his arms, but he didn't care. Hell, it kind of added to the urgency. Made him want Nathaniel all the more.

He spread his feet apart to give him room and pressed himself into the door, sighing a little at the friction.

That looked good. He smoothed a hand down his back after he slicked up his fingers and went to prepare Dean. He pressed his fingers against his entrance and slowly worked a finger in. He didn't rush this step. Wanted to torment him just a little more.

"Could fuck you all day too, you know. Might have to try that one day."

Another whimper escaped him when Nathaniel's finger started to tease him. God, he was going to die or explode or something. He squirmed against the door and back into Nathaniel's hand.

"Fuck... yes." Dean looked back over his shoulder, panting and glassy eyed. "Could you wear me out, do you think?"

He grinned at that look Dean fixed him with and leaned in to kiss the other lightly, nibbling at his lower lip. "I could definitely try. I managed to last night, didn't I? Speaking of that... think you'd want a repeat sometime? See if you can take it even harder?"

Dean sighed into the kiss, enjoying the attention even though he was still straining between Nathaniel and the door. His body was on fire. Fuck, he wanted more. "Yeah... yes, definitely. That was really fucking hot."

With all the plans they were making, Dean was going to have to be spending a lot of time here. He was really kind of okay with that. "Did you like it? Watching me?"

He leaned in to speak against the other's ear, his voice low and seductive, "You have no idea. Wouldn't have it otherwise... but damn, just watching you try to keep up with it and coming harder every time was just something I don't think I'll be forgetting anytime soon."

He curled his fingers before pulling them out of his body. He slicked his own neglected cock up before he guided himself, pushing in slowly. "Love watching the way you move."

Oh god. Dean's eyes rolled back and a hard shudder ran though his body at the way Nathaniel's voice sounded against his ear. Fuck, fuck. Dean wanted him so bad -- wanted everything he was suggesting -- so badly.

"I didn't expect you to... bind my hands. That was so hot. Couldn't do anything but ride it however fast and hard you made me." Dean moaned loud and desperate when Nathaniel's cock pushed inside him, filling him and stretching him slowly. God, that was good. "Kept thinking about... how badly I wanted to suck you off while the machine fucked me."

Nathaniel groaned lowly as he pushed in deep, felt Dean's body stretching around him. He settled to the hilt, pausing to let them both adjust. Good to hear Dean that desperate... "We'll do that next time. Let you feel what it's like to be fucked both ways until you can't even stand it anymore. Love seeing how far I can push you until you're begging me to stop."

That was fortunate, because Dean was definitely coming to love the way Nathaniel got him to beg. Dean hadn't ever met someone who seemed to know just how to work his body to make him come apart at the seams without hardly trying.

He gasped and twisted, pushing back against Nathaniel, wiggling and grinding eagerly. "Please. Yes, please. Fuck. Nathaniel..."

He started up a pace when Dean started to wiggle like that, thrusting hard for now. He reached down to hold onto his hips to slow down the way he was squirming.

He kissed and nipped along the back of Dean's shoulders as he started to pick the pace up, giving into that begging finally.

Oh, that was good. Dean gasped and moaned, shuddering at the way Nathaniel held him and kept him from moving. It was such a turn on to be held and controlled like that. It tripped all his kinks in the best ways.

He whimpered and squirmed, loving the bites along his back. His forehead thumped against the door as his back arched, pushing back into Nathaniel. "Yes. Yes, yes..."

He bucked harder into him, groaning against his skin. "Dean," he panted, sliding a hand around to rub him off in time with his movement.s "Keep talking, want to hear everything, Dean. Don't hold back."

"Feel so good," he gasped. A breathless groan escaped him when Nathaniel started to stroke him. Oh god, he needed that. His brain was short circuiting with the sparks of desire and need going through him. "Want to be fucked and controlled by you. Love the way you take what you want and make it so fucking good for me."

Fuck if that wasn't one of the hottest things he'd heard yet from Dean. "That really what you want?" He panted, practically growling the words against his ear as he stroked him faster, pounded in even harder. Didn't even want to hold back. "Come for me. Want to hear it."

"Yes," Dean gasped, not really caring about how much power he was giving a virtual stranger over him. He gave a strangled cry when Nathaniel's pace increased and then when the other man virtually growled the command to come, there was no way to hold back.

Dean came hard, writhing helplessly through the waves of intense pleasure. It had been held back for so long, it felt like it wouldn't stop. When it finally did. he sagged against the door, gasping to catch his breath.

He came not long after Dean, bucking hard and deep into him. He curled forward, resting his head against his shoulder as he stilled and worked on catching his breath. Damn, that had been well worth it.

He pressed a kiss to Dean's skin before reaching up to undo the restraints, letting him go now that they were done. Figured he had to be getting sore.

It felt good to have his arms free. Dean let them hang at his sides and regain all their feeling while he leaned against the door. He felt so fucking good right now with Nathaniel still pressed up against him and inside him. A flutter of concern crossed his mind when he realized they'd forgotten the condom again, but he pushed it away. Nothing he could do about it now. If he was being honest, he kind of enjoyed the feeling anyway. It wasn't one he allowed himself often.

When he could feel his fingers again, he reached back and stroked Nathaniel's hips lightly. "God, that was good."

There was a similar moment of panic when he realized he'd gotten that wrapped up, forgot any kind of protection... but to be fair, this wasn't their first slip up. He'd try to make it their last, but Dean didn't seem to be saying anything about it right now... hopefully it'd be fine.

He huffed out a laugh at those words and nodded. "Yeah, it was."

Brushing a kiss against the back of his neck, he started to draw away from Dean. "Looks like we've got to get cleaned up again, huh?"

Even if he'd have liked staying like this for a little while longer. "Still have time to make the store, if you're interested."

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