[Nathaniel groans as the tight heat slides down to the base of his fingers, clasping, clenching. That's it. Anders is ready enough that he won't get hurt, and he said he wanted it to be on the verge of too much. He slides his fingers out and slicks himself with more salve, then hoists Anders' legs up and hooks them over his shoulders.]
Pray to me with your pleas and your moans, [he says as he lines himself up.] Pray that I will have mercy. [He begins the slow slide inside and he can't speak, because Anders is tight and it has been too long. The heat that had been around his fingers now thunders around his cock with Anders' racing heartbeat. He is lost in it.]
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Pray to me with your pleas and your moans, [he says as he lines himself up.] Pray that I will have mercy. [He begins the slow slide inside and he can't speak, because Anders is tight and it has been too long. The heat that had been around his fingers now thunders around his cock with Anders' racing heartbeat. He is lost in it.]