Nathaniel shifted his weight over him to get more leverage so he could thrust faster, harder. The slow buildup was nice but Nathaniel needed more. That tight heat was driving him crazy, even more with the noises Dean kept making. He rubbed one hand down his back, blunt nails raking lightly on his skin as he ground hard on him.

"How's it feel, Dean?" He panted, practically growled out the harder he fucked into him.