Dean was lost in the sensations, moaning and gasping for breath. With Nathaniel's weight against him, it made the vibrations that much more intense inside him. His hands clutched at Nathaniel's, squeezing their tangled fingers.

Once in a while, his body twitched as he started to move and then remembered to be still. The praise makes him even more eager to please, struggling to give him what he wanted. God, he was so close, it was almost painful. "Fuck, fuck..."