[Those last words, the meeting of Anders' eyes with his as he releases between them, the trust and tenderness--and Nathaniel tips over the edge, freefalling into blasphemous ecstasy. Their mouths crush together, taste of blood, Anders' body wet and silken.
When it passes, Nathaniel is left panting against Anders' cheek, shuddering and completely oblivious to, perhaps, a spiderweb of pain in his chest. He rolls off him and gasps for air, finding it harder to catch his breath than he expected.]
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When it passes, Nathaniel is left panting against Anders' cheek, shuddering and completely oblivious to, perhaps, a spiderweb of pain in his chest. He rolls off him and gasps for air, finding it harder to catch his breath than he expected.]
Maker, [he rasps,] that was good.