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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Nathaniel wasn't really the violent type of guy, not if he didn't have to be and especially not with people he was fucking. If Dean did want more of... what they'd done last night, they were going to have to talk about what they were both comfortable with at some point. That could wait though... all he could think about right now was fucking Dean into the table.

By the third finger, he'd leaned over Dean again and started to kiss up his chest, teasing. "You ready, Dean?" He practically purred right up against his ear. "Can't wait to feel you again... to turn you over and fuck you hard into this table so hard you'll never forget it.."

"God, yes, I'm ready." Dean slipped his fingers out and shivered. Nathaniel's voice purring in his ear like that made him want him even more. "Fuck me hard. Don't want either of us to ever forget it."

Not that it was going to even be possible fro Dean to forget this. After last night, Nathaniel was going to be etched into his brain for a very long time to come.

Nathaniel drew away enough to grab at the other's shoulders to push and flip him over. He wanted more access than what he was being given right now, wanted to make good on his word.

"Stay like that for me, Dean," he murmured and rubbed a hand down the length of Dean's spine, just enjoying the sight he was getting. He took a moment to slip one of the condoms on he'd brought and slick himself up a little more before he was positioning himself to push in, deep and hard.

Dean would be lying if he said he didn't love the way Nathaniel manhandled him over onto his stomach. He was a pretty solid man, so it took a pretty strong guy to do it. Definitely a turn on.

He bit his bottom lip and tried to hide a grin when he was told to stay. A gasp escaped him at the first deep thrust. He moaned and ground back against him.

Nathaniel took a moment to let them both adjust before he started to up a hard, steady pace. He braced one hand against the table and the other smoothed over Dean's body, exploring.

He let out a low groan, tipping his head in against Dean's shoulder

Both of Dean's hands were above his head, one hand gripping the opposite wrist. His head turned to one side, his eyes closed, breath coming in panting gasps in time with Nathaniel's thrusts. Dean pushed back against him with each one, grinding back.

Nathaniel groaned against the other's skin, kissing and nipping along Dean's back, tightening his hold on his wrists. His pace was gradually increasing, bucking into him harder and grinding down against him, pushing his hips harder against the table.

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There was a limited amount of movement Dean could make in this position and with the way Nathaniel was holding him down, and that was such a turn on for him. He was helpless to control his own pleasure. Nathaniel's thrusts ground Dean's cock down against the felt covered table with each roll of his hips. It was all the relief he got.

He groaned and shuddered under the other man, his muscles tightening deliberately around him.

Nathaniel bit at the other's shoulder when he tightened around him, grinding even harder against him. He shifted over Dean then to start pounding harder into Dean, faster, grinding himself down even harder with each push in.

"Is this how you want it?" He panted against Dean's skin, moving up to speak against his ear. "You feel so good."

"Yes," he gasped. "So fucking good. Please, don't stop." The ever increasing pace and pressure was making him insane. Part of him was desperate to get a hand free and stroke himself off right now. The other part was trying to hold back. Partially to save the table underneath him and partially because he wanted to see if Nathaniel would control that like he had last night.

"Hold back," he murmured against the other's ear. If Dean seemed uncomfortable with any of this, he'd have stopped... but Dean seemed to be getting into it, seemed to get off on it without whatever the hell had gotten into them at the club.

Part of Nathaniel was pretty glad for that too.

"Don't come until I say and I'll make sure you don't regret it." It was both for the table's sake and because he wanted to see just how good Dean's self control was here.

Dean whimpered, a shudder running down his spine. His eyes squeezed shut and he nodded, clutching his bottom lip between his teeth. It wasn't going to be easy, not at this pace and with how turned on he already was, but Dean was going to fight like hell to try and do exactly what he was ordered.

Dean didn't have to wait long at least. Nathaniel was already so close, on edge from the pace and the way Dean sounded and moved underneath him. He thrust harder into Dean before he came harder into him.

He came with a low groan, grinding hard into the other as he rode it out. He rested his forehead against Dean's shoulder as he slowly recovered, slowing to a stop.

Dean moaned and shuddered while Nathaniel rode out his climax. He remembered the feel of him coming inside him last night. Part of him wished they hadn't bothered with the condom, but Nathaniel was right... they should be more responsible.

He was happy to lay there while Nathaniel caught his breath. He loved the feel of the other man's weight against him and his cock still deep inside him. He knew Nathaniel would have to withdraw soon to take care of the condom, but he was enjoying it while he could, even though his own cock was throbbing with need underneath him.

As soon as he caught his breath, he pulled off and out of Dean to toss the condom in the wastebin. After he finished that, he nudged at Dean to turn over. "Scoot down for me."

His lips were quirked up in a slight smirk as he rested his palms along the edge of the table.

Dean rolled onto his back as he was directed and scooted down. His legs dangled over the edge of the table and He leaned back on his arms. His cock was still hard and hot, resting against his belly. It was all he could do not to reach down and stroke himself.

"Now what?" He asked breathlessly, an eager smile on his lips.

"Now you lay there and stay still." He flashed a smirk before he leaned in to give Dean's cock a teasing lap... he didn't waste time for too long though. He took him between his lips soon enough and took him down deep while his hands went to hold tight to Dean's hips to keep him still. Not that Nathaniel couldn't handle any movements, but he wanted to see just how much he could tease him like this.

"Yes, Master," he teased lightly. It didn't roll off his tongue quite as smoothly as it had the night before, mostly because he wasn't sure how welcome it was. Still, everything they'd done today had had a very distinct dominance and submission feel to it, so Dean figured he couldn't be too far off with it.

Intelligent thought was gone instantly when Nathaniel's mouth sank down over him. He laid back on the table and gasped, body shuddering and squirming slightly in Nathaniel's hold.

He felt a jolt go through him at the tease and he shot Dean a mischievous look. Definitely liked the sound of that, if Dean was still cool with it. He hummed pleasantly around Dean, tongue working over the underside of his cock as he started up a steady pace.

Nathaniel was definitely enjoying the way Dean squirmed against his hold, right along with the taste of him on his tongue. Loved feeling the weight and heat of him, being able to take in his scent even.

After being thoroughly fucked by Nathaniel and told to hold back, Dean was right on the edge. He gasped and moaned, hips shifting back and forth as much as they could under Nathaniel's hand. The steady pace was pushing him closer and closer.

"So close," he gasped, one hand reached down to stroke Nathaniel's arm. His touch was light and warning.

Maybe he shouldn't... knew he shouldn't, but there was no way he was pulling back. He moaned around Dean in response, doubling his efforts to give Dean a push over the edge. Didn't want to pull off him. He started to ease up on the pressure at his hips, letting him move if he wanted.

Dean's head rolled back and his body arched when he came hard. He shuddered and moaned Nathaniel's name, hand tightening on the man's arm as his hips rocked with the sensations.

When he came down, he settled back and panted. Oh that was good. The whole day had been good so far, and that was awesome considering the awkward start.

"Mmmm... definitely never going to forget this."

He swallowed and pulled away from Dean with a satisfied sigh. Definitely a good day. He looked up at Dean stretched over his table and just took the sight in for a moment... didn't want to forget that. He didn't even think he could. He smoothed a hand up the other's stomach lightly, just to touch.

"Don't think I am either."

Dean smiled at Nathaniel, happy and content. His muscles shivered under that touch. Maybe it was weird to be this comfortable with a relative stranger, but the longer he spent with Nathaniel, the more relaxed he felt.

Really, really great sex helped a lot, too.

He sat up slowly and leaned in to kiss Nathaniel slowly. His arms slipped around the other man's shoulders and pulled him in close. "Thank you."

He was just as comfortable... crazy as it was to be this relaxed around a stranger. He leaned in when he was pulled in, smiling briefly into that kiss. He lifted a hand to rest against his cheek, tipping his head back for a deeper kiss.

"Don't thank me yet... still have a whole day to go."

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