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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When his arms were free, Dean lowered them and rubbed them a little. The padding made it easy on his wrists, but his arms still ached a little from holding himself still so long in that position.

Not that he was complaining. He'd let Nathaniel cuff him every night if he wanted to. The rewards were always well worth it.

"Still have other plans?" He asked curiously, reaching up to brush his hand down one of Nathaniel's arms.

"Definitely. I promised you all night, right? Or until you can't take anymore." But for now, he just shifted a little closer, moved to straddle Dean's hips and lean in to kiss him slow and deep.

"Not gonna be done with you for awhile."

Dean's hands rested on Nathaniel's shoulders and he sighed into the kiss. He was so completely sated for the moment that it was nice to just lay there and let Nathaniel's weight press him down... let his mouth make him breathless.

"Use me," he murmured against Nathaniel's lips. "Take everything you want."

"Bold offer to make... you know I'm gonna take it to heart, right?" Not that Dean had ever seemed hesitant so far. He sighed a little bit and moved to kiss down his neck lightly and over his chest. Nice to lay there and get to explore and memorize before Dean was gone again.

"I know. I want you to. Wanna prove I'm yours." This was as close as Dean had ever been to getting exactly what he wanted from someone. From a relationship... assuming that was what Nathaniel wanted here. Dean knew what he'd give, if it was wanted, but that wasn't anything anyone else had ever been willing to accept.

His fingers slipped through Nathaniel's hair, watching him move down his body. Felt so good.

Those soft kisses got a little harder, teeth raking over Dean's chest and down his stomach. Little bites before he started to suck lightly, leaving his marks. His eyes darted up to watch Dean's face as his hands rubbed down his sides, down over his thighs.

Dean moaned freely, loving the feel of Nathaniel's teeth on his skin and the marks he knew would be coming up on his skin. Possessive marks. The kind he wanted.

His eyes met Nathaniel's, open and trusting. He could do whatever he wanted. Dean would give him everything and plead for more.

He smiled at that look. He liked that Dean trusted him so much... and he didn't plan on betraying it either. "Okay, Dean. Roll over for me." He drew off enough to let him do that, reaching for the bottle of lube he'd put aside earlier.

Nathaniel's smile made something flip over in Dean's stomach. He liked the approval he saw there and the desire. Dean didn't even hesitate to roll over when he was told. He stretched out on his stomach and got comfortable, waiting for Nathaniel's next order.

He coated his fingers up and moved to start getting Dean ready for him. Couldn't wait to fuck him, see how far he could push him. Liked that Dean trusted him enough to just relax under him like that. "Look good, Dean."

"Mmmm..." He loved this part. Loved the feel of thick, talented fingers working him open. It was tempting to push back into the touch, but he hadn't been told to move yet. So, he laid there, enjoying the touches and anticipating more.

"Like having me spread out for you?" He asked playfully, tipping his head to grin back at the other man.

He took his time, pushing his fingers in and twisting them, curling them to see what reactions he could coax out. So far, Dean had been still for him... and Nathaniel took advantage of that by kissing and nipping along his back and neck wherever he coulc.

Every twist and curl of his fingers made Dean moan and gasp. his hands twisted in the sheets beneath him, holding on to give himself an anchor. It helped him stay still. His legs spread a little wider and he shivered. God, he couldn't wait for more.

Eventually, he drew his fingers out and went to slick up his own cock. They'd skipped condoms so many times that he didn't bother to pause and grab another. Figured Dean would let him know if he really had a problem with it. Shifting over him, he positioned himself against him and slowly started to ease in.

"God... missed this too," he murmured at the tight heat surrounding him.

Dean knew he should play it safer, but they really had missed the condoms often enough that it didn't seem to matter. And, if he was honest with himself, letting Nathaniel come inside him was one of the feelings he most enjoyed. It was dirty and wrong and he loved it.

He groaned loudly, tapering off into a whimper as Nathaniel slowly stretched and filled him. He buried his face in the pillows, trying to muffle some of the sounds rising up in his throat.

They should play it safer, definitely, but he liked to feel that tight heat wrapped around him, liked marking Dean like this if he were being honest. Right now, he wasn't entirely thinking with the right head either.

He let out a soft noise when he buried himself to the hilt, grinding down against him. He kept it slow for now, taking his time to build it up.

It had been so recently that he came that Dean knew he wasn't going to get hard for a while. He'd be able to lay there and just enjoy a good, hard, deep fucking. His brain was misfiring in all directions, short-circuiting on pleasure and the automatic, bone-deep contentment he felt laying under someone he trusted so thoroughly.

Every submissive instinct he had was free to be indulged and they were as he laid there, spread out under Nathaniel. It wasn't hard at all to remain still now; he laid there compliantly and let Nathaniel take him in any way he wanted.

He could tell by the way that Dean was pliant under him, spread out and relaxed that he was enjoying himself. Knew there was no way he was pushing him too far, not yet. He rolled his hips a little harder and nipped at the back of Dean's neck.

"Doing so good..."

Dean turned his head to the side to catch his breath and moaned when teeth raked the back of his neck. God, he felt good... floating on pleasure and weighted down by a solid body. And every time Nathaniel praised him, it warmed him all the more, sinking him further into that pleasant haze, making it all better.

Nathaniel shifted his weight over him to get more leverage so he could thrust faster, harder. The slow buildup was nice but Nathaniel needed more. That tight heat was driving him crazy, even more with the noises Dean kept making. He rubbed one hand down his back, blunt nails raking lightly on his skin as he ground hard on him.

"How's it feel, Dean?" He panted, practically growled out the harder he fucked into him.

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