The sight of Anders still obeying him even when the proceedings have halted is so arousing that Nathaniel finds himself grasping for the salve again. He slicks his finger again and slides it home, his smile returning. Three thrusts, then, each firmer than the last. He forms an idea, slowly.

"A change to our plans, my love. Nathaniel will get you a thrust of my fingers, but love will get you my mouth on your cock. What do you think of that?"