"I'll bring a suit," Dean promised with a breathless groan. He didn't have one, but for this, he would sure as fuck find one.

A long deep moan escaped him as he listened to Nathaniel's words. He was slowly working the second finger inside as he pictured what the other man was saying. God, tomorrow was far away.

"Yes," he breathed softly, both from arousal and a little difficulty admitting the truth there. He not only could handle someone knowing, he was looking forward to it. There was a deep, untapped exhibitionist streak in him. He licked his lips to answer again. "I want them to know I'm yours to control and use however you want."