He inhales, toes curling at the mental image. Now he thinks he knows what they are, though he's never heard of them used for this before. Clearing out infections, generally, the sort that come from sleeping with someone in every port and not taking care. And now he wants to try them.

"I taste so good on your lips, but it's the rods and your explanation that have my focus. I've never..." Anders has to swallow, to clear his throat, because it's been some time since he's been introduced to a new idea in bed. "I've never had anything there before. I can't pull my eyes away from the sight of you slicking the rod, and I can't keep my hips from jerking upward at the touch of your thumb. The things you do to me, the things I want you to do to me, and now you're creating new ones. I ask you to not be cruel, but you know I like it when you make me beg, when I'm so close to the edge and begging for just a little more. You push me, and I enjoy every moment of it."