The permission came as sweet relief. Dean started to move, grinding back into each of Nathaniel's thrusts, taking him in deep with each one. His hands were fisted in the sheets, his cock rubbing against them each time the weight of Nathaniel's body coming down on him forced his hips down.

Dean's legs spread wider, inner thighs flat against the bed, knees digging in to give him leverage to roll his hips back. He was unabashedly wanton and needy, whimpering and moaning without restraint as he was fucked hard.