Making a Connection.

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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 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..."

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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.

[rockandscotch]

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.