"Mmm... yes, Master," he purred playfully. He wasn't even going to try to analyze how much he'd missed saying it to Nathaniel and how fucking good it felt.

Dean sighed and slipped two fingers into his mouth, sucking on them noisily enough to be heard over the phone. He could have gotten up to get his lube, but that would take too long and he kind of enjoyed the notion of Nathaniel listening to him suck on his fingers before he fucked himself with them.

When they were slick enough, he released them with a pop and reached down to start teasing himself, slowly working the first finger in. He groaned softly. Licking his lips, he continued with his fantasy, the words broken up by panting breaths and soft sounds as he fingered himself open.

"You'd hold me so tight against the wall while you're fucking me that, even if I could let go of the wall, I wouldn't be able to touch myself. The only way I'd get off is if I could do it without being touched. Otherwise, you'd make me wait until we left. Try to hide my hard on while we had dessert and a drink and you tormented me under the table the whole time..."