"Look at you, Bello." In the fantasy and in the room, bare and hard and aching with only words. If he'd at all doubted his ability to bring Anders off like this? They've been put to rest. "I return to your side one last time, slipping my hand between your legs to stroke that silk behind your balls, pressing it up tight to rub against your hole. Can you imagine how that feels, Bello? Warmed by your own body and bunching, dragging against such sensitive skin? You hold still so well for me- I murmur priase with every touch. Beautiful, so very beautiful for me."