Nathaniel didn't have any complaints about Dean's methods right now. Each touch and the way that mouth moved over him had him letting out low, encouraging noises and shifting up into his touches. He rolled his hips up when Dean started to knead, one hand going to tangle in short locks of hair.

"Enjoying yourself?" He asked casually, propping himself up on an elbow to watch Dean move. "Only just starting... got a lot of stuff planned for you, you know. Last time we met was just a taste of all the things I want to do to you, Dean."