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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"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."

A ripple of pleasure ran through him when Nathaniel gripped his hair like that. Fuck, he might have to grow it out a little, at this rate. Anything to encourage a little friendly hair pulling.

Dean opened his mouth obediently at the command and waited shamelessly.

He guided himself slowly into the other's waiting mouth, a low moan leaving his lips at the feel of him. He tipped his head down with a soft sigh, hands loosening through those short locks. "Mm, this better? Let me hear you say it."

To say so, he'd have to take his mouth off. Dean settled for a deep moan of pleasure as he felt Nathaniel's cock slide past his lips and over his tongue. He was free to use his hands, but it was so much more satisfying to remain still and let Nathaniel thrust.

Well, not entirely still. His legs were still moving him on the machine. It was fucking him good and solid, and he couldn't have ignored it if he'd wanted to.

He rolled his hips, gradually picking up the pace but being careful to not push too deep. Didn't want to actually hurt Dean, especially when he was so into the machine, lost on the way it was fucking into him. "Like getting fucked both ways, huh?" he murmured, pushing his hands through Dean's hair again, tightening his grip.

"Getting close," he warned lowly.

A whimper of pleasure was all the affirmation he could make. Was he enjoying this? God, yes. He could very easily get used to it. Hell, he'd only done it once before, without the added bonus of sucking Nathaniel off, and he'd missed it while he was on the road. At this rate, it was going to be even harder to leave this time.

Not that he wanted to think about that now.

Nathaniel's warning penetrated the haze of pleasure and Dean redoubled his efforts, sucking hard at the firm shaft as it moved past his lips. One hand moved from bracing him to take his own cock in hand, still slippery from his previous orgasm. He wanted to come with Nathaniel still in his mouth. Fuck, he wanted it bad.

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