[I could look at you better if you got your hand out of my hair, he might chuckle, but he's afraid to break the spell. And Anders is squeezing his ass, and that makes him completely forget what he was going to say. There's a bit less to him now than there usually is, having been so ill for so long, but he's still squeezable. Apparently. And Anders used his full name. That's how he knows this is going to be good.
His fingers move now to Anders' cock, brushing the head, then along the shaft. It is a tease, rewarded by a gentle stroke on the way back up, and a firmer one on the way back down. Now at last, he pulls away from Anders insistently, his free hand pressing against his chest, holding him down against the bed. His eyes rake up and down Anders' spread form.]
I'll have you, [he decides, removing his hand from Anders' chest and reaching for lubricant,] with your legs over my shoulders, where I can touch you inside where you like best.
[He opens the little tin and smears some salve on his fingers, before using one of those fingers to circle his entrance.]
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His fingers move now to Anders' cock, brushing the head, then along the shaft. It is a tease, rewarded by a gentle stroke on the way back up, and a firmer one on the way back down. Now at last, he pulls away from Anders insistently, his free hand pressing against his chest, holding him down against the bed. His eyes rake up and down Anders' spread form.]
I'll have you, [he decides, removing his hand from Anders' chest and reaching for lubricant,] with your legs over my shoulders, where I can touch you inside where you like best.
[He opens the little tin and smears some salve on his fingers, before using one of those fingers to circle his entrance.]