Just watching and feeling Dean struggle to keep up with the toy, clinging to him for balance, was enough to get him well on the road to hard again. He let out a low groan against Dean's lips when he felt him start to grow harder in his hand. He squeezed, teasing, before he bumped his hand a little faster.
Nathaniel's lips left Dean's and moved down his neck and shoulder, biting at the skin lightly there. "How long do you think I can keep you on this thing before you're begging me get off it?"
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Nathaniel's lips left Dean's and moved down his neck and shoulder, biting at the skin lightly there. "How long do you think I can keep you on this thing before you're begging me get off it?"