Dean would have been seriously disappointed if Nathaniel had pulled away. There was nothing he wanted more than to keep his mouth right where it was. He swallowed when Nathaniel came, the rhythmic sucking milking him for every last drop and then continuing on past.

The desperation in the sounds he made and his eager sucking went higher as he felt his own orgasm right there on the edge. When he came, his body thrust down hard on the machine and paused to let it hammer into him, the toy brushing roughly against his prostate with every thrust. His mouth kept moving, sucking hard on Nathaniel as he rode out his own pleasure. He could feel the sticky warmth across his thighs as he came without ever even being touched.