His eyes flutter close and he leans forward a little despite himself, giving in to the picture Zevran is illustrating for him. Something firm sliding inside him, stiff and unrelenting, sounds promising in the extreme, and even better with Zevran's voice delivering every word.

"Filled like that, I can't help but moan. Nothing has ever touched me like that before. I enjoy being stretched, but this... I can't speak at first, because I'm fighting my body's every urge to push upward." Anders' cock is leaking a little more, and now it's a challenge for himself as well. He's certain Zevran can bring him to completion like this, at this point, but he wants to see how long he can last against the fantasy.

"Finally, finally I manage a hoarse 'please' and I know that's not enough. I look at you with desperation in my eyes and try again. 'Zevran, please, a little more. You said you'd hit the gland, please.'"