In the light of day.

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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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[rockandscotch]

"I just meant right yet," he corrected, noting that almost surprised look. He nuzzled at the other's neck and jaw, kissing just underneath. "Want to get you good and worked up for it. See how desperate I can get you, you know."

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Dean's head tipped back automatically when Nathaniel moved to his neck. a groan escaped him. He loved having his neck touched and kissed. It was definitely a good start on the road to driving him crazy. "I think we've seen you can do that pretty well..."

[rockandscotch]

He continued to work over Dean's neck as he pushed his hands up underneath his shirt to feel over the skin underneath. He rolled his hips up, grinding lightly against him. "Something I found I'm enjoying a lot, if we're being honest here."

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"Yeah? Kind of liking it myself." It was rare to find someone he could be comfortable with and who would want to take control without being weird about it. He held a little tighter to the other man, one hand sliding up to tangle in Nathaniel's hair.

[rockandscotch]

"Good, kind of the point." He sighed when Dean clung tighter to him, tangled a hand through his hair like that. His hands went to work on the other's jeans, opening them slowly and easing a hand inside to palm over his cock. He was still taking his time, no hurry or rush. They had awhile yet. "Was thinking about you tonight, you know."

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A soft sound of pleasure passed his lips when he felt Nathaniel's hand slip inside his jeans. His hips rocked a little more eagerly into that touch. "Yeah? What were you thinking about doing with me?"

[rockandscotch]

"You've given me a lot to think on," he murmured. "You back in another collar... all the things I could do to you. Wondered how you'd fare if you were working the bar with a toy in you too. Love to see you trying to act normal when you're stretched open and full up."

He gave Dean a teasing squeeze before he leaned up to speak right against his ear, practically purring. "Then there's the idea of you on one of those machines you mentioned. Really love to see that, see just how long you could take it before you're begging to be let go."

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Another shudder ran through his body as he listened to Nathaniel's words. His hips continued to grind against the man's hand and he whimpered softly when he was squeezed. His hands gripped Nathaniel's shirt in his fists and he panted. "You can have it. Anything you want to do to me."

He turned his head to breathe softly against Nathaniel's ear. "I'll wear your collar and obey every command, no questions."

[rockandscotch]

"We'll go get you one tomorrow," he murmured, rolling his hips up against Dean's when he gripped at his shirt. Looked like he was getting good and desperate now.

"Anything, huh?" He kissed along Dean's shoulder, nuzzling into him. "That's a bold offer. You have no idea what I could think to do to you..."

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"Got a pretty good idea you're not planning to try to hurt me. Anything else, I'll do for you." His head tipped back further, giving him more space to get at his shoulder. Dean's hips were still rocking into Nathaniel's hand, eager and needy.

"Let you claim me and make me prove my obedience however you want."

[rockandscotch]

"Get up and undress for me," he said and finally withdrew his hand. He leaned back on the cushions and watched Dean, absently licking his lips.

"Then you can undress me. We'll go from there."