followstheorders | Making a Connection.

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Making a Connection.

The hunt seemed to last forever. Dean had tracked the water wraith through almost two entire states before he finally caught up with it. Even then, the damn thing almost drowned him before he put it down. Probably should have called in some help, Dad or Bobby, but he wanted to finish it on his own. That way he could slip off and take a few days for himself afterward.

Dean dragged into his motel room and made a beeline for the shower. The water that thing had lived in was freezing and he was still chilled to the bone even an hour later. Before he did anything else, he was going to use up all the hot water he could get a hold of. Which, of course, made him miss another shower he'd enjoyed. Man, he couldn't wait to get back.

After his shower, he pulled on a clean, dry pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and ordered a pizza to be delivered. Then he flopped down on his bed, burrowing under the covers to thaw out and wait for his dinner.

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As thoroughly worn out as Dean was, he slept pretty solidly through the night. When he woke, it was late morning and he was tangled up with Nathaniel, warm and relaxed. The collar was still on his neck and he smiled at the feel of the leather against his skin.

He grinned a bit as he came more awake. Since Nathaniel was still asleep, it was Dean's duty as his slave to give him a pleasant wake up call, right?

He slipped slowly and carefully out of Nathaniel's grasp and moved down low on the bed. He took Nathaniel's cock into his mouth and sucked softly, teasing it slowly to full hardness.

If Dean kept this up, letting him go after this weekend was going to be hell. He shifted in his sleep at that mouth teasing and sucking him, stirring slowly. For a moment, he thought he was just dreaming about the wetness surrounding his cock, the suction.

But no... that was definitely Dean's mouth. He let out a moan of his name, shifting underneath him a little. "Good morning to you too," he drawled sleepily, looking down hazily.

Well, since he was awake now, there was no reason to hold back. Dean took him down deep into his throat, and sucked rhythmically around it. His arms draped over Nathaniel's hips and he just stayed there a while, letting Nathaniel's cock get hard in his throat.

His eyes were warm and amused when he looked up to meet the other man's gaze. A surprise blowjob always made it a good morning, right?

He moaned lowly and let his head fall back when Dean took him down even deeper. Definitely a good way to start the morning. Too bad he didn't get wake up calls like this more often. "Mm..."

He reached down to tangle his hands through Dean's hair, pushing through it lightly just to touch.

Every sound Nathaniel made encouraged Dean to do more. He began to bob his head slowly, pulling back while sucking hard and plunging Nathaniel's cock back down his throat with his lips and tongue soft against the hardening shaft. There was no rush. Dean wanted to give Nathaniel a slow, pleasurable morning. Hell, he'd suck him for hours if he'd lay there long enough.

His hands moved to rub lightly over Nathaniel's stomach and chest, palms flat and warm against his skin, and nails raking lightly over his nipples.

His breath caught in his throat as Dean's nails raked over his chest, a jolt going straight to his cock at the attention. No need to rush really and he was enjoying Dean's slow approach anyway. He'd let him do this for as long as he could.

"God, that's good..." He looked back down, watching Dean as he moved. "Mm, more you do this, more I wanna keep you, you know?"

Those words got a moan of approval, the vibrations rumbling against the length in his throat. He continued his slow, easy attention, wanting to draw this out as long as he could. His mouth worked over Nathaniel's cock, tongue rubbing restlessly along the underside each time he drew back and then swallowed him down.

Dean paused as he drew back once, sucking just the head of Nathaniel's cock, his tongue working at the sensitive underside of the head. He dipped the tip of his tongue into the slit at the tip and teased it, before swallowing him as deep as he could and sucking hard.

His back arched a little under the attention, Nathaniel's hand tangling even tighter in Dean's short locks. He tugged lightly as he rolled his hips up a little in encouragement. God, he was good.

"Dean..." He bit at his lower lip, eyes drifting shut.

At that roll of Nathaniel's hips, Dean went still. He let his jaw and throat relax, hand moving to tug lightly at Nathaniel's hip to encourage him to move more if he wanted to.

He rolled his hips up slow and steadily since Dean seemed to want it, hands pushing through his hair. He murmured soft praise under his breath between low groans. Definitely going to have to reward Dean for this little plan of his after he was finished.

"Getting closer," he warned.

Dean's eyes slipped shut and he moaned again, eager and encouraging. There was something deliciously deviant about laying there while Nathaniel fucked his mouth first thing in the morning. It was the sort of morning he fantasized about when he dreamed of being kept by someone permanently. It felt really good to get a taste of it now.

He kept rolling his hips up, holding Dean's head steady with the hand locked through his hair. He felt his orgasm building up fast as he watched Dean between his legs, eyes shut and enjoying himself. When he came, it was with a low groan and a final push further into Dean's mouth as he road it out.

Dean swallowed it down without hesitation. There was nothing hotter than the feeling of having Nathaniel's hands tight in his hair and his cock moving hot and hard across his tongue while he came. Dean could definitely get used to this. Hell, he kind of already had.

With Nathaniel still deep down his throat, Dean stayed right where he was, sucking softly at the softening length. He was content to hold Nathaniel in his mouth for as long as he'd allow it.

Nathaniel went lax against the bed as he worked on catching his breath, in no hurry to push Dean off. He was getting soft and a little oversensitive to the pressure, but it still felt too nice to end yet. He let out a soft noise and let his eyes drift shut.

"Mm... when you're done down there, lay on your back for me."

Dean could have stayed there a while, but if Nathaniel wanted him on his back, he'd happily oblige. He pulled back off slowly and gave his cock one last lick before he flopped back over onto his back beside Nathaniel. A grin curved his lips and he brushed a hand lightly down Nathaniel's chest.

"Good morning, Master." He said playfully.

He moved over Dean slowly and kissed down his chest lightly, grinding his hips down against Dean's. "'Morning... that was a good wake up call."

He flashed a smirk. "Don't think I'm done with you yet though."

A soft moan escaped him and he rolled his hips back up into that grind. He was hard and the friction just made him want more. His hands smoothed up and down Nathaniel's back. "I'd be disappointed if you were."

"Can't leave you disappointed, can I?" He moved up to kiss Dean deeply, grinding himself down harder on Dean. He wasn't anywhere near hard again, but it was still hot to feel Dean's cock pressed into his hip, watch him squirm underneath him.

"You never do." Dean wrapped his arms around Nathaniel and kissed him back just as eagerly, moaning softly against his lips. He could lay there like that for hours, kissing and writhing against Nathaniel. The more Dean was with him, the more eager he was for his touch.

He rocked slow and steady against him. Figured they weren't exactly in a rush this morning and damn if he couldn't keep this up for awhile if they had the option. He kissed Dean every way he could think of, muffled each noise that rose up against his lips.

As long as Nathaniel had the time, Dean was happy to let him linger all he liked. His hand slipped into Nathaniel's longer hair and held onto him as they kissed and moved against each other. His need was growing, getting more desperate, but he was on Nathaniel's time, surrendering to his touch and his whims.

He started to grind down just a little harder, faster when Dean tangled his hand into his hair, held on to him like that. When the kisses ended, he move his mouth down over his jaw and nipped at the skin above the collar he wore. Wanted marks that could be visible even when the collar couldn't be worn.

Dean's head tipped to the side and he moaned when he felt those marks raising on his skin. There was nothing wrong with that, as far as he was concerned. He'd wear them gladly. It would make up for not being able to wear the collar out.

He ground down harder on Dean, moving faster to give him what he no doubt craved for right now. So good. He didn't want this to end really. Wanted to lay in bed all morning figuring out ways to get Dean to keep moaning like that.

Unfortunately, that wasn't a possibility and he'd have plenty of time to have fun later tonight when they went to dinner... "Looking forward to taking you out tonight, you know, teasing you until you can't stand it anymore."

Oh god, yes. That was what he needed. Dean began whimpering softly, writhing under Nathaniel as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. His fingers tightened in Nathaniel's hair and on his skin.

"Yes... fuck, I can't wait. God..." His breath hitched and he shuddered. "Close..."

A moment later, he came gasping Nathaniel's name and arching up against him.

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