Oh god, yes. That was what he needed. Dean began whimpering softly, writhing under Nathaniel as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. His fingers tightened in Nathaniel's hair and on his skin.
"Yes... fuck, I can't wait. God..." His breath hitched and he shuddered. "Close..."
A moment later, he came gasping Nathaniel's name and arching up against him.
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"Yes... fuck, I can't wait. God..." His breath hitched and he shuddered. "Close..."
A moment later, he came gasping Nathaniel's name and arching up against him.