Dean moaned softly when the machine slowed to a stop and Nathaniel's cock slipped from between his lips. He licked them absently, loving the way they were sore from the friction and sensitive to the touch. The dildo was still buried deep inside him and he didn't even make a move to climb off the machine yet.

He leaned back and his hands moved to brace on the back of the machine. The position shifted the toy inside him and made him groan again, but then he settled. His head turned to look up at Nathaniel with a lazy, sated expression on his face, heedless of the shameless way he was spread out on display.

"God, yes. Even better than I imagined." The reality with Nathaniel was fast becoming much, much better than fantasy.