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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 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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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."

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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.

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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..."

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"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?"