He watches Dean as he adjusts to the toy, breath hitching at the way he rolls his hips in an attempt to keep up with the machine. He was almost tempted to turn the toy up a notch, tease Dean further... but that could come in a minute.

He let out a soft groan when Dean started to stroke him, head rolling back for a moment.

Nathaniel never got sick of feeling Dean's mouth on him. He let out a pleased hum as his lips came around the head of his cock, eyes locking back on his face to watch. "Dean..."

He brushed his hand through Dean's hair when he took him in deep like that, finally thumbing the control on the toy up just a little bit.