"Shh." He rubs his nose against the fine hair just behind Anders' ear. Swallowing the desire to do this in truth, to run his hands over Anders' body, to pull out those rods and show him? Is nigh overwhelming. But no.

He will be strong and earn his reputation.

"A new toy, I say, as I lick my lips clean. Again my thumb flicks, again I spread it across my bottom lip- but this time I kiss you. I let you taste yourself on my mouth as my hand slows to hold you by the root. It pains me to pull away, but I do so, and begin oiling the thinnest. 'They go here-" I explain, rolling my thumb across your slit. These rods are long, Bello, curved slightly to go in deep. To press that crackling nub from the other side. 'They are to fuck your cock, pretty thing, and you will beg for the next one before I am through."