[Nathaniel reaches between Anders' legs, sliding fingertips firmly up his inner thigh as he kisses him hard. Questing fingers move beneath Anders' sack and press against his perineum, massaging, teasing. He loves the reactions Anders has to his touch, loves the heady sense of power it gives him. Most of all, he loves bringing pleasure to someone he loves so much. In this bed, he is the healer, his touch driving away pain and fear.]
You are so beautiful, [he murmurs against Anders' cheekbone as he kisses his face.] You spread and blush for me so prettily.
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You are so beautiful, [he murmurs against Anders' cheekbone as he kisses his face.] You spread and blush for me so prettily.