I'm yours, he says, and it pulls a long, low groan out of Nathaniel. I'm yours, and that clenching, clasping body is scorching him. He aches in his heart, and suddenly Anders is manhandled. Nathaniel pulls out long enough to turn them both, till Anders is sitting on Nathaniel's lap and Nathaniel is sitting up, gazing deeply into his eyes. He holds his cock steady and pulls Anders' hips down, sinking deep inside again.

"You're mine." He rocks his hips again, claiming that mouth hard with his own.