"Only when it's you." Nathaniel kisses him, hips rocking, sinking in deeper, arms spreading Anders' knees further apart. "It's different...when it's you."

No more fussing, no more teasing. His thrusts grow firm and hard, and he has to keep hold of Anders to avoid fucking him off the blanket. He looks so good like this, spread wide open and impaled. He wants to make him writhe and whimper and beg, so he doesn't touch his cock yet. He won't stop Anders from doing so, but he wants to leave him wanting more so there will still be something for him to beg for.