[Something like a sob escapes Nathaniel, a broken sound as he hovers just out of reach of ecstasy, both yearning and shying away from it. On impulse, he suddenly pulls out, forcibly turning Anders over so that his face is in the bed and his ass is in the air, and he fingers him roughly for a moment before burying himself again, somewhat more in control of himself now as Anders' kisses cool along his jawline.]
Speak your prayers into the mattress, [he growls, voice hoarse with lust.] Cry them out to me.
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Speak your prayers into the mattress, [he growls, voice hoarse with lust.] Cry them out to me.