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 reached down to grab at the other's hips, giving him some pressure to get him to stay still as he drew away. He reached for the nightstand to grab some lube out and flashed a smirk up at him. "Spread your legs for me, Dean."

Dean stopped moving when Nathaniel pushed his hips down. He recognized a non-verbal order as easily as he did a verbal one. Dean smiled back at Nathaniel and spread his legs apart, knees bent, to give him plenty of room to work. "You're very good at that."

"Good at what?" He flashed a short, curious look up at Dean before he coated his fingers with the lube. He went to press his fingers against him, pressing them into him slowly. "Look good spread out on my bed too."

"Good at being forceful without being demeaning." Dean made a soft sound and pushed himself to relax further and allow Nathaniel's fingers inside. This was one of his favorite things, particularly if his partner happened to be good at it. So far, he had no reason to believe Nathaniel was anything but good.

He smiled at the compliment. "I could get used to it."

"I'll take that as a good thing." He moved his fingers slow for now, twisting and scissoring them a little inside Dean. No rush here, not when it was fun to see just how worked up he could get Dean. His free hand smoothed up Dean's stomach.

"I hope you do." This was new, sure, and there was a lot about Dean he didn't know yet, but he was looking forward to learning it.

"It is." It was pretty much exactly what Dean had been looking for, for a long time. Someone who could be sexually aggressive without trying to turn him into their bitch. Nathaniel seemed to be genuinely enjoying making Dean feel good along with being in control. It was a very pleasant change.

He smiled at Nathaniel's answer and sighed softly, sinking back into the pillows and squirming slightly back against the fingers working him open. The slow, teasing pace was making him hotter and harder by the moment. Dean ached to reach for his own cock and stroke it, but he hadn't been given permission yet.

Nathaniel didn't plan to tell him to just yet, though he did let his own fingers curl around him and give a few teasing strokes. His thumb rubbed along the head of his cock as he quickened the pace of his fingers, watching Dean's reaction.

Definitely seemed to be enjoying it. He leaned in to let his lips graze over the other's. "You ready for more?"

Dean's hands twisted in the sheets below him. His hips rocked slightly, pushing up into the stroke of Nathaniel's hand and down into his fingers. He moaned and shuddered, eager for all that Nathaniel wanted to do to him.

The kiss got him smiling again and he nodded. "Definitely. Just tell me what you want."

Nathaniel kept up the motions with his hands for a bit longer, just watch Dean shudder and push back against him. He withdrew after a bit though and shifted to rest his back against the headboard. He grabbed a condom out of the headboard to slide on before giving Dean a look. "Believe we already discussed it, huh? You riding me..."

He smirked. "Show you more later tonight when we get done at the bar... we'll have more time."s

"Making sure you hadn't changed your mind." Dean watched Nathaniel get settled and roll the condom on. Then he moved to straddle his hips, one hand balancing himself on Nathaniel's shoulder, the other reaching down to guide his cock inside him. Dean groaned when he was fully seated, pausing a moment to adjust.

"Can't wait," he murmured. "Want to see everything you want to show me."

Nathaniel let out a low groan as Dean settled on his cock, hands resting at his hips to hold them firmly. He smiled at those words and leaned in to let his lips graze Dean's lightly.

"Good. Show you whatever you want." His hands smoothed up the other's spine and he rolled his hips up slowly.

Dean started to move when Nathaniel rolled his hips up. The pace was slow to start. Lazy, even. They didn't have all the time in the world, but they had enough and Dean wanted to give them both enough to hold them over until after the bar closed tonight.

He leaned in and kissed Nathaniel again, deep and slow. His hands wandered over the other man's chest, soft and exploring.

Nathaniel was more than fine with a slow start, watching Dean's body as it moved over his. He leaned into that kiss and brought up a hand to rest against the side of his face to keep him close as he slid his arm around his waist.

He rolled his hips up into that tight heat, enjoying the way Dean's hands felt against his chest. Going to that club? Was a very good decision after all, if this is what he got for it. He returned that kiss slowly, lingering in it for awhile and when it ended, he tipped his head in to kiss and nuzzle along his jaw and neck.

Dean's arms moved up and looped around Nathaniel's neck while he tipped his head to the side to give him more room to get at his jaw and neck. His eyes closed and he let himself just enjoy the sensation of having Nathaniel buried inside him and his mouth moving on his neck. God, this was good. Definitely a good way to spend a weekend. He didn't regret this at all.

After a few moments, his pace increased. He was grinding hard on each downward thrust, legs tight around Nathaniel's waist.

Dean got a deep moan out of him when he started to move faster, followed by a rake of his teeth against his neck. His hips moved in time with the other's, pushing up into him. His hand smoothed down down the other's chest, exploring slowly as he caught him in another kiss. Eventually, his hand moved down low enough to reach his cock to stroke him, squeezing teasingly.

Soft, needy moans and whimpers punctuated each thrust of Nathaniel's hips. Dean shuddered and squirmed in his lap, body moving more eagerly to get more. He kissed him back deeply, tongue stroking against the other man's. Then he felt Nathaniel's hand on his cock and he gave a louder moan against his mouth, hips rocking a little harder in response.

Those noises he kept making were almost as good as the way Dean moved over him. His arm tightened even further on his waist to slow his movements, biting at his lower lip. "Stop a moment. Fuck..."

As much as he was enjoying the view, the access he had to the other's body, Nathaniel couldn't stop the desire to get Dean back underneath him. He let go of his cock for now as he pushed up with his weight to change their positions and get Dean pressed back to the mattress. "Don't think I'll be getting tired of fucking you anytime soon. Should see how you look."

It was difficult, but Dean stopped when he was told to. The part of him conditioned to follow orders without question overrode a lot of his own desires. Then he was on his back again and he laughed breathlessly, winding his arms and legs around Nathaniel once more.

"God, I hope you don't. I don't want you to stop." He squirmed under the other man, rocking up against him. "Fuck me, please."

He grinned at that, pushing his hips hard into Dean, starting up a fast, rough pace. His lips grazed along the other's jaw as he panted against his skin, low noises leaving him as that pleasure mounted. His hand moved back between their bodies to rub him off in time with his movements, anything to get more of those reactions out of him.

Dean let himself settle into it. He didn't try to muffle any sounds that wanted to well up. Didn't see the need for it. They were well past any pretending he wasn't enjoying this.

He held on tightly and twisted under Nathaniel, trying to thrust up into his hand and down into the thrust of his hips. "Oh god.... fuck..."

"You always this vocal, Dean?" He panted against the other's ear, nipping at it lightly as he bucked his hips up against Dean's again, grinding hard into him. He grinned a little, tightening his fingers around the other's cock as he pumped even faster.

"Gonna come for me soon?"

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