[It's terrible. It's so, so terrible and Nathaniel should feel ashamed of himself. But it's so deliciously wicked, and punctuated by the sound of Anders feeling everything he is doing, that little hitch in his breath, the tremor of muscle straining around him. He rolls his hips, pushing his cock in another inch, moaning as the slick heat swallows around him. He kisses Anders' jaw and throat like he can't get enough, driven mad like a cat for catnip, wanting the scent all around him as he slides deeper still. It's not just Anders feeling a pain or a burn, when he hisses from the ache in his cock as it is clenched by willing body. When he is inside to the hilt, hard and throbbing as deep as he will go, he grinds hard just once before he begins to fuck him, slow and steady at first, stoking the fires with pumps from the bellows.]
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