Every sound Nathaniel made encouraged Dean to do more. He began to bob his head slowly, pulling back while sucking hard and plunging Nathaniel's cock back down his throat with his lips and tongue soft against the hardening shaft. There was no rush. Dean wanted to give Nathaniel a slow, pleasurable morning. Hell, he'd suck him for hours if he'd lay there long enough.

His hands moved to rub lightly over Nathaniel's stomach and chest, palms flat and warm against his skin, and nails raking lightly over his nipples.