It could have taken more time and been a slow, torturous thing, but Dean was more interested in getting to the machine and what they had planned than he was a slow build up. He slipped his fingers out and pushed himself up, then stepped over to straddle the machine and lower himself down slowly onto the toy. He breathed a slow, deep sigh as it stretched him further and filled him.

Once he was fully seated, he gave an experimental roll of his hips and then looked up at Nathaniel. It was freaky how comfortable he as on this thing already. "Hands behind me or in front?"