A deep sigh escaped him when Nathaniel pulled out. He missed the fullness and the weight and warmth of his body against him, but Nathaniel had plans and Dean was more than happy to let the man do whatever he liked to him. Part of the fun was not knowing what would come next.

"I'm ready," he answered, laying still where he was left. Until he was told to move, he'd stay where he was, acutely aware of how spread out and fucked out he must have looked in that position.