To say so, he'd have to take his mouth off. Dean settled for a deep moan of pleasure as he felt Nathaniel's cock slide past his lips and over his tongue. He was free to use his hands, but it was so much more satisfying to remain still and let Nathaniel thrust.

Well, not entirely still. His legs were still moving him on the machine. It was fucking him good and solid, and he couldn't have ignored it if he'd wanted to.