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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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Dean had to bite his bottom lip to stay quiet, his eyes shut and breathing rapidly. He was fighting so hard to stay still and quiet. Every brush of lips and teeth just made it harder.

Then Nathaniel started stroking him and it was all he could do not to whimper. His toes curled and he clenched his hands into fists. Fuck, fuck, fuck...

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"Now see?" Nathaniel sighed out heavily as he drew away from him, leaning back on his heels as he watched Dean. He was keeping his word -- no touching until Dean settled back down. "If you would've just followed my simple requests, Dean, I'd have given you something better than just my hand."

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Damnit. He did whimper then. It didn't occur to him that clenching his fists really counted as movement. Apparently, Nathaniel was serious about obedience tonight, which only turned Dean on more and made it even harder to be still.

It took him a bit longer this time to relax again. His hands uncurled and went still against the bed. He took some deep breaths to settle himself, shivering under Nathaniel's gaze until he could be calm and still again.

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When Dean calmed down, Nathaniel decided to quit teasing - quiet so much at least. He leaned forward to lick a line up Dean's cock slowly, tongue teasing under the head playfully before he teased at the slit. His own cock was straining against his jeans just at the sight of Dean underneath him, trying so hard to do what was asked of him.

Despite the slip ups, Nathaniel was pretty pleased with the effort. He slowly wrapped his lips around the tip, sucking lightly while he wrapped his hand around the base, pumping his fist around what he hadn't taken in yet.

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Dean was trying. He wanted to please Nathaniel. He was just so used to being expressive in the bedroom that lying completely still was hard for him. It would take practice to get it right. Dean was more than willing to work on it all Nathaniel wanted. One day, he'd be able to do it perfectly for him.

Not tonight, though. Dean almost lost it when he felt Nathaniel's lips wrapped around his cock. Oh, fuck. His breath hitched, but he didn't move or make a sound. Sometime later, when he was able to think clearly, he'd be proud of himself for that...

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Nathaniel took him down deeper, eyes on Dean's face as he moved down. He was pleased with the way Dean managed to stay still and quiet while he did this, pretty impressive considering how reactive Dean had been every time they'd been close so far.

His eyes drifted shut to just focus on how he was using his mouth, working his tongue over the underside of his cock, sucking a little harder over him.