Maybe not professional, but Dean kind of loved the idea of Nathaniel walking around smelling like him. Every once in a while, he found he had a possessive streak.

He nodded. "Will do." Then he headed toward the bathroom, unabashedly naked and well fucked. Man, he felt good. He was going to sleep for hours, later. Hopefully with his collar on, if Nathaniel had time to slip it on before he left.