Holy crap, there was an image that got Dean going. Taking pictures? Filming? He knew he shouldn't love that idea, but he did. He couldn't stop a low moan of pleasure from escaping him just at the thought. God, he was fucked up. He was enjoying the hell out of it, though, especially with Nathaniel.

His hands pulled at Nathaniel's hips, drawing him in closer and taking his cock down deeper. He sucked and swallowed around the length, using every trick he knew to give him pleasure while he rode the machine, his own cock aching and needy.