Staying right there sounded good to Dean. His eyes were closed, arms loose around Nathaniel's waist. He reflexively swallowed around the softened length, perfectly content to have it there. The weight on his tongue and the way it stretched his lips flipped all the best switches in his brain, making him completely pliant and at ease.

In spite of the toys still attached and inserted, the need he'd been tormented by was calmer now. Closer to sated, even though he hadn't been able to come.