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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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Dean moaned when he saw that order. He licked his lips and took a moment to turn down the vibrations on the plug. He needed a few seconds to collect himself before he could add the pump.

I'll be ready. Where would you like me? Bent over the couch? Hands and knees on the bed? Anywhere else?

Couch when I walk in. I'll be there in about forty minutes or so.

Time really couldn't pass fast enough... but he figured by then, Dean should be good and worked up too.

Dean's next reply was slow in coming. It took him a few minutes to get the pump in place and turned on. After that, he needed a little time to get used to the feeling and fight off the need to come right now. Fuck, between it and the plug, he was going to have a rough time of holding back.

I'll be there, plug and pump in place. God, forty minutes can't go by fast enough.

I'll let you focus on what you're doing. Wouldn't want any slip ups, right?

Plus, if this kept up, Nathaniel wasn't sure how great his resolve was to hold on forty more minutes. He'd have to though, he had work to be done and he couldn't put it off to go fuck Dean... even if the thought was tempting.

He put his phone aside resolutely and started to finish up his work.

But true to his word, the door to his apartment opened after forty minutes, just as promised.

It was for the best. Dean was already having a hell of a time concentrating on holding back. Trying to concentrate on texting wasn't helping.

When Nathaniel returned, Dean was already in place in the living room. He was bent over the couch arm, hands braced on one cushion. The vibrator plug was still inside him, vibrating at a medium setting while the pump was on low, rhythmically sucking at Dean's cock with steady pulses and driving him slowly insane. He'd had to turn both off a time or two just to keep from coming.

By the time he saw Nathaniel, he was beyond getting desperate. His eyes were glazed with need and arousal and he panted as he looked up at the other man. "Oh, thank god..."

Just the sight of Dean bent over, just like he promised was enough to send a jolt to his already hard cock. Damn, he was glad he worked real close to home or that would have been a problem to walk around with... He took a step towards him, lips quirking up.

"You're a sight to see," he murmured and reached to turn the plug off and pull it out, not in any time to linger.

"You miss me?"

"Yes, god, please... need you so bad." Dean was practically vibrating, himself, with need and desire. Just those light touches and the feel of Nathaniel removing the plug made him whimper. The pump working away at his cock was impossible to ignore. "Please..."

"I'm here," he murmured reassuringly as he unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock free. He shifted up behind Dean to push into him, deep and hard. One hand stayed on his lower back while he adjusted to the tightness around him, the heat. God, Dean felt so hot. He ground against him teasingly.

"See, you got me now. Still doesn't mean you can come though. This is for me... you got that?"

The grinding had him whimpering again. He'd been so looking forward to Nathaniel fucking him, he'd almost forgotten that he wouldn't be allowed to come. He reminder made him shiver and he nodded his head, swallowing hard before he answered. "Yes, Master. My body is yours to take pleasure from."

Maybe it was stupid, but he liked saying it aloud. He liked the freedom to declare his submission aloud and not have to worry he'll be ridiculed for it.

He liked hearing it too. He gave a sudden, sharp thrust into Dean after that, smoothing his hand up, over his back. He could tell Dean was pretty far gone, so he kept his movements fast, hard as he chased his own release. Didn't want to give Dean more than he could take, push him over the edge.

"Feel so good," he murmured. "Doing so good, hold on."

Keeping in mind that this was for Nathaniel helped keep him steady. Dean kept his head low and his eyes closed, concentrating hard on making it good for Nathaniel. He tightened up around Nathaniel's cock, increasing the friction for him. It was hard to hold back, but he fought the urge to let go.

He fucked Dean hard, merciless, and moaned when he tightened up around him. His hand gripped at Dean's hips to hold him in place, tight. He ground his hips forward and moaned lowly as he came inside him. Fuck. Always good.

Nathaniel slowed to a stop then to catch his breath, hold loosening a little. "Mm, good. I'm putting the toy back after I pull out, you know."

Off though. He didn't want to give Dean too much, too soon.

"I thought you might," he answered with a strangled sort of voice. It wasn't easy, holding back like he was, especially not with the pump still working away at his cock. Added to that, he absolutely got off on the feeling of Nathaniel coming inside him.

Dean kept breathing deep and ragged, trying to keep himself calm. "What will you do with me then?"

He pulled away then and reached for the plug to ease it back inside. Maybe he kind of got off that it was his own come slicking the way now too... probably shouldn't get off on fucking Dean barebacked that much. "Mm, I'm going to get washed off, then you can work on getting me hard again. Been thinking about your mouth all day, you know."

Dean definitely got off on it. He didn't protest a bit as the plug filled him again. He was glad the vibrations weren't on yet. He was right on the edge as it was.

He swallowed hard and sank to his knees beside the couch, looking up at Nathaniel with a glazed expression. "I have, too. Wanted to be under your desk all day."

"I'll bring you down next time." His lips quirked up and he reached out to run fingers through Dean's hair softly. "Too bad it can't be on a leash... I think I'd like leading you around beside me, especially if I'm leading you under my desk."

Maybe they could go some place like that though, where it'd be a little more acceptable. If Dean was interested anyway... later though. They had a date today and a lot more teasing. "Stay here, where you are. You can turn the pump off if you need to, but I want you to keep teasing yourself. Got it, Dean?"

Dean would go for that. He didn't have a whole lot of shame, especially if it was the sort of environment for that sort of thing. He nuzzled against Nathaniel's hip like a contented pet and sighed at the orders.

"Yes, Master." He'd leave the pump on for now, but it might have to be turned off later. He thought he could handle it for now.

He ran his fingers through Dean's hair when he nuzzled in like that, smiling to himself. "I'll be back soon."

He pulled away from Dean then slowly and headed off to the bathroom. He didn't really mean to take long anyway. They'd take a proper shower before they left for the night. Once he was scrubbed up a little with a cloth and fixed his pants back, he headed back to the living room where he'd left Dean kneeling and sat down in a chair, relaxing contentedly.

"Crawl over here."

While Nathaniel was in the shower, Dean did as he was ordered and kept himself on edge. The pump had to go off a time or two, but he managed. His cock ached for release, throbbing desperately inside the device.

He looked up at Nathaniel when he sat down, fresh and relaxed from the shower. Dean did as he was commanded, crawling across the floor to kneel at his master's feet. Every movement made the plug inside him shift around and send sparks along his nerves. The pump was on again, rhythmically pulsing around his cock.

Dean settled his head on Nathaniel's knee, waiting for his next order.

Nathaniel reached down to pet through Dean's hair again, soothing him when he leaned in against him. He smiled a little bit to himself. "Unzip my jeans now and put your mouth to use."

"Yes, Master." Dean pushed up higher on his knees and licked his lips as he reached for the button and zipper to unfasten Nathaniel's jeans. Dean was aching for some kind of relief and he always felt better with his mouth on Nathaniel.

He pulled Nathaniel's cock out and gave it a slow stroke then leaned in to wrap his lips around the head and sucked him down deep. His arms slid around Nathaniel's waist and he groaned around the softened length.

Nathaniel relaxed back and just watched Dean work. While he might not be hard yet, he knew that his mouth would get him worked back up in no time, as talented as Dean was. He let out a soft groan. "Mm, god, that's good..."

His mouth moved slowly over Nathaniel's cock, pulling back slowly and sucking him down again. It was easy to take him deep when he was soft and Dean enjoyed it while he could. He went as deep as he could, sucking and swallowing around the length, eyes closed as he fought the need to give in to the urge to come.

"Think you can handle this all night, Dean? Being teased to the edge and back, fucked senseless whenever I want?" He let out a low groan as Dean worked him over like that, hips rolling forward a little bit.

Edited 2013-01-30 06:25 (UTC)

Dean was pretty sure he could handle it. He wanted it badly enough. Just the thought made him shudder. He was aching hard now. With one hand, he reached down to turn off the pump and give himself a moment to brace himself.

He took the roll of Nathaniel's hips without complaint, sucking harder and encouraging more.

Making a Connection.

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