[Nathaniel responds with a low growl, and grinds the finger as deep in as he can before beginning to fuck him slowly and steadily. He missed this, the feel of Anders' heat on his hand, around his fingers, the working of him from within just as much as he missed him around his cock. He loves to touch him like this, the anticipation, the knowing of him with his hands. The same reason a man might touch fine art, good wood-working, the ornamentation on a fancy bow--to know something with your own hands is the only way to really know it. And Nathaniel's hands know Anders' body in and out. Nathaniel's hands know his lover's pleasure.
Soon, another finger is added, and Nathaniel knows the stretch of Anders' body as well as its heat.]
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Soon, another finger is added, and Nathaniel knows the stretch of Anders' body as well as its heat.]