"Yes," he whimpered and shuddered again. He'd offered before, but he was used to not being kept. The idea that Nathaniel wanted him that much and that way was hotter than anything else so far.

At the command, Dean rolled over onto his back. His cock laid heavy and aching against his belly. He wanted to move, to touch himself, anything... but he fought to stay still. His eyes sought out Nathaniel's as he panted for breath.