It was for the best. Dean was already having a hell of a time concentrating on holding back. Trying to concentrate on texting wasn't helping.
When Nathaniel returned, Dean was already in place in the living room. He was bent over the couch arm, hands braced on one cushion. The vibrator plug was still inside him, vibrating at a medium setting while the pump was on low, rhythmically sucking at Dean's cock with steady pulses and driving him slowly insane. He'd had to turn both off a time or two just to keep from coming.
By the time he saw Nathaniel, he was beyond getting desperate. His eyes were glazed with need and arousal and he panted as he looked up at the other man. "Oh, thank god..."
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When Nathaniel returned, Dean was already in place in the living room. He was bent over the couch arm, hands braced on one cushion. The vibrator plug was still inside him, vibrating at a medium setting while the pump was on low, rhythmically sucking at Dean's cock with steady pulses and driving him slowly insane. He'd had to turn both off a time or two just to keep from coming.
By the time he saw Nathaniel, he was beyond getting desperate. His eyes were glazed with need and arousal and he panted as he looked up at the other man. "Oh, thank god..."