After the machine stopped, Dean stayed where he was, his mouth on Nathaniel, his hand loosely holding his own wilting cock, and the toy shoved deep inside him. He was totally spent and totally sated and he never wanted to move. Slowly, he pulled back off Nathaniel and rested his forehead against his hip, panting for breath and licking his swollen lips.

A smile curved them and he looked up through hazy, half-lidded eyes. "Me too. Been wanting this for so long."