It had been so recently that he came that Dean knew he wasn't going to get hard for a while. He'd be able to lay there and just enjoy a good, hard, deep fucking. His brain was misfiring in all directions, short-circuiting on pleasure and the automatic, bone-deep contentment he felt laying under someone he trusted so thoroughly.

Every submissive instinct he had was free to be indulged and they were as he laid there, spread out under Nathaniel. It wasn't hard at all to remain still now; he laid there compliantly and let Nathaniel take him in any way he wanted.