Nathaniel shifted his weight, pressing one hand down to the mattress to support his weight as he pounded harder into Dean, hips snapping roughly into his. He lowered his face to bite at Dean's shoulder.

The way Dean was moving and every noise that he let out had Nathaniel even hotter. He bucked in harder to Dean, coming inside him a few moments later with a deep, pleased groan, muttering soft praise for him. He'd listened more than Nathaniel had expected he'd be able to, gone along with what he'd asked. He figured he deserved it.