followstheorders | Making a Connection.

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Making a Connection.

The hunt seemed to last forever. Dean had tracked the water wraith through almost two entire states before he finally caught up with it. Even then, the damn thing almost drowned him before he put it down. Probably should have called in some help, Dad or Bobby, but he wanted to finish it on his own. That way he could slip off and take a few days for himself afterward.

Dean dragged into his motel room and made a beeline for the shower. The water that thing had lived in was freezing and he was still chilled to the bone even an hour later. Before he did anything else, he was going to use up all the hot water he could get a hold of. Which, of course, made him miss another shower he'd enjoyed. Man, he couldn't wait to get back.

After his shower, he pulled on a clean, dry pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and ordered a pizza to be delivered. Then he flopped down on his bed, burrowing under the covers to thaw out and wait for his dinner.

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He watches Dean as he adjusts to the toy, breath hitching at the way he rolls his hips in an attempt to keep up with the machine. He was almost tempted to turn the toy up a notch, tease Dean further... but that could come in a minute.

He let out a soft groan when Dean started to stroke him, head rolling back for a moment.

Nathaniel never got sick of feeling Dean's mouth on him. He let out a pleased hum as his lips came around the head of his cock, eyes locking back on his face to watch. "Dean..."

He brushed his hand through Dean's hair when he took him in deep like that, finally thumbing the control on the toy up just a little bit.

When the toy started up faster, Dean moaned around Nathaniel's cock and his eyes closed a moment while his body automatically started to move to keep up. His mouth never stopped working, in fact, when the machine moved faster, he did too. He sucked harder and faster, almost desperately.

Soon, his eyes opened and he looked back up to meet Nathaniel's gaze with his own hazy one.

Nathaniel's breath caught as Dean just picked up the pace with his mouth as well, bordering almost on desperate. It took a lot to not thrust his own hips deeper into that eager mouth. He let out a low moan and brushed his hands through the other's hair, meeting Dean's hazy eyes with his own. He let a smirk come to his lips as well.

"Look so good, wish I had a picture of this, man..."

Holy crap, there was an image that got Dean going. Taking pictures? Filming? He knew he shouldn't love that idea, but he did. He couldn't stop a low moan of pleasure from escaping him just at the thought. God, he was fucked up. He was enjoying the hell out of it, though, especially with Nathaniel.

His hands pulled at Nathaniel's hips, drawing him in closer and taking his cock down deeper. He sucked and swallowed around the length, using every trick he knew to give him pleasure while he rode the machine, his own cock aching and needy.

The moan vibrated against his cock and he flashed a hazy little grin. Damn, he liked that Dean was kinky as all hell apparently, willing to go along with so much. "You like that, huh? Want me to set up a camera sometime... give you something to watch while you're out on the road, won't it?"

Nathaniel let himself be tugged in even closer, watching his cock disappear even deeper between those full lips. Oh, God... he wasn't going to last if Dean kept sucking him off like that. "Dean..."

He turned the toy up even higher, watching it piston into Dean even faster and waited for his reaction. It had been so damn hot last time watching Dean get fucked faster than he probably ever had, watch him come from the machine alone, tied up and helpless to stop it. Damn, almost a shame they didn't have all night tonight, that he couldn't keep Dean on it until he was begging to stop.

Might still see if he could make a go of it, see how many times he could get Dean to come before he had to head downstairs. They'd have to see. "Getting close."

Oh god. Dean almost didn't know what to do with that thing moving so fat inside him. His body reacted automatically, the muscles of his thighs working overtime to keep him riding that toy.

His mouth moves desperately over Nathaniel, sucking him down deep and sucking hard. The desperation he feels at being fucked so hard and so fast leaves him with only this to take the edge of that rising need twisting up inside him. Technically, he was free to reach down and give himself his own release, but he couldn't make himself let go of Nathaniel.

Desperate, helpless noises escaped him. He wanted Nathaniel to come. He wanted to suck him down and keep going long after the other man was soft and sated.

There was nothing better than watching Dean desperate, body trying to keep up with each thrust of that toy even if it was going too fast to really keep up properly. His own breath was coming in heavy and fast, his own desperation rising with the way Dean was sucking at him, moving his mouth over him like a fucking pro.

"Dean," he panted, his hand tightening reflexively in Dean's hair and tugging a little as that pleasure built. He came with a low groan, spilling himself into the other's mouth. Didn't look like Dean had been too keen on letting go of him, knew by now that he didn't mind swallowing. Figured they were past the point of trying to play it safe anyway, as many times as they'd forgotten protection.

Dean would have been seriously disappointed if Nathaniel had pulled away. There was nothing he wanted more than to keep his mouth right where it was. He swallowed when Nathaniel came, the rhythmic sucking milking him for every last drop and then continuing on past.

The desperation in the sounds he made and his eager sucking went higher as he felt his own orgasm right there on the edge. When he came, his body thrust down hard on the machine and paused to let it hammer into him, the toy brushing roughly against his prostate with every thrust. His mouth kept moving, sucking hard on Nathaniel as he rode out his own pleasure. He could feel the sticky warmth across his thighs as he came without ever even being touched.

He grinned hazily down at Dean as he came, his mouth still wrapped around his cock, sucking on his softening cock to the point of where it was bordering on over stimulation, keeping him on edge, but he didn't draw away. He let Dean ride out his orgasm, let the toy keep going hard inside him for a bit longer.

Wanted to see how much of the toy he could take, for how long. When he thought he needed the break, he turned the toy slowly off. Nathaniel started to slowly draw away from him then, hand loosening in his hair. "God... that was great," he murmured breathlessly.

"That what you've been wanting?"

Dean moaned softly when the machine slowed to a stop and Nathaniel's cock slipped from between his lips. He licked them absently, loving the way they were sore from the friction and sensitive to the touch. The dildo was still buried deep inside him and he didn't even make a move to climb off the machine yet.

He leaned back and his hands moved to brace on the back of the machine. The position shifted the toy inside him and made him groan again, but then he settled. His head turned to look up at Nathaniel with a lazy, sated expression on his face, heedless of the shameless way he was spread out on display.

"God, yes. Even better than I imagined." The reality with Nathaniel was fast becoming much, much better than fantasy.

Shameless display or no, Nathaniel was enjoying it. He knelt down beside him for now and leaned in to catch his lips in a slow, deep kiss. "Good," he murmured.

Honestly? He was enjoying making this good for Dean, giving him what he wanted. They hadn't met each other that much really... but he liked the guy. A lot, really.

He brushed a hand through Dean's hair and smiled wider. "You ready to get off this thing now or you think you have another go in you?"

When Nathaniel knelt beside him, Dean moved to slide his arms around the other man's neck. The move made him moan again and so did that kiss. He nuzzled in once it broke.

"Mmmm... think I do. Think you'll be hard again, or are you going to watch this time?"

"Like I can watch you and not get hard," he murmured, smirking against Dean's lips as he started the toy at a slow pace again. No rush this time until Dean could handle it. His hands went to smooth over his body, soothing for now, just exploring.

"You have no idea how good you look right now."

Dean loved the way Nathaniel said that. The desire in his voice. It felt good to be wanted like that.

He started when the toy started to move again. A low moan escaped him and he held on tighter to Nathaniel for a moment while his body started to move again. Fuck, he was going to need a rest so badly after this, but it was worth every second of it. "Feels so good. God, I love your hands on me."

"And what do you want me to do with'em?" he murmured teasingly, hands at Dean's thighs to knead at them lightly. He let Dean hold on to him however he wanted, staying close for now as his mouth trailed down over his neck and shoulders.

A whimper slipped past his lips and he tipped his head back to let Nathaniel have all the room he wanted. His body moved in time with the machine's pace, riding it in smooth, easy circles for now. "Touch me. Please..."

He responded by wrapping his fingers loosely around Dean's cock, giving slow and easy strokes. He nuzzled into him lightly, mouth exploring where he could reach. "Tell me when you think you can handle more."

It was too soon to get hard again, but Nathaniel's hand on him felt so damn good. He moaned and squirmed, riding the machine with a little more urgency. After a few minutes, he nodded, panting against Nathaniel's shoulder. "I can take more."

He started to turn the toy up then as he leaned in to catch Dean in a deep, slow kiss. He gave a soft groan, still able to taste himself there right along with Dean as his tongue pushed into his mouth, mingled with his tongue. His other hand came up to rest at the back of Dean's head lightly to keep him pressed in it.

"How's that feel?" He finally murmured against his mouth. "More?"

"Yes," he gasped against Nathaniel's mouth. He loved each deep kiss and the feeling of Nathaniel's hand in his hair. The loved the way the machine was relentless, fucking him harder and faster in contrast to the slow, deep kisses and teasing strokes. He was steadily losing his mind, but he couldn't stop.

The fast pace made his body work harder to keep up. His thighs burned from the effort to ride the thing harder. His breath came in short, sharp pants while he clutched at Nathaniel's shoulders to hold on. His cock was taking interest again, in spite of how recently he'd come. Mewling sounds welled up in his throat as he twisted in Nathaniel's hold.

Just watching and feeling Dean struggle to keep up with the toy, clinging to him for balance, was enough to get him well on the road to hard again. He let out a low groan against Dean's lips when he felt him start to grow harder in his hand. He squeezed, teasing, before he bumped his hand a little faster.

Nathaniel's lips left Dean's and moved down his neck and shoulder, biting at the skin lightly there. "How long do you think I can keep you on this thing before you're begging me get off it?"

Dean whimpered and moaned at every bite. They weren't hard enough to leave marks, but they got his attention. The way the machine was going so fast and hard now was almost too much. Dean knew if they went too much more, he would be approaching his limit.

"I don't know," he panted, head tipped back to let Nathaniel get at his neck all he wanted. He couldn't wait to have the collar there again. Just the thought makes his reviving cock twitch in Nathaniel's hand. "We should find out sometime..."

"We're going to," he promised. Maybe not today, but soon. Dean was here for a couple days at least, apparently, and Nathaniel planned to make good use of it all. His hand squeezed tighter, squeezing before he pumped his hand faster.

He moved up to catch his lips in a slow, deep kiss again, nibbling lightly on the lower one. "What are you thinking about, Dean?"

Dean moaned against his mouth and shivered when Nathaniel nipped the bottom lip. He said the only thing that was really on his mind. "Getting my mouth on you again..."

He smiled against the other's mouth, giving him a few more firm strokes, letting his thumb trail over the head of his cock and tease at the slit before he released him. After that, he got to his feet and grabbed at Dean's hair lightly. "Open your mouth then."

Making a Connection.

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