It makes Nathaniel's breath speed up, his hand tightening on Anders' ass. His jaw relaxes, and he breathes out, taking Anders in as far as he can. Deep, heat, slick, lick, salt on his tongue, his hand wrinkling the fabric of the robe as he squeezes warm flesh. Intensity isn't what he's going for, only a slow stoking of desire.
This is his first time making love to his spouse. He is going to make it special.
Anders' fingers tangle in his hair, black and silver and stark against pale golden fingers. His tongue flattens, scrapes, strokes as he sucks gently. But it's not his mouth he is really paying attention to; rather, the sounds coming from Anders, changes in his breathing and whimpers and moans. That's how he will know he is doing well, and it's how he will know when to move on.
Soon, the grip through fabric doesn't feel right. Nathaniel releases Anders' ass, only to slide that hand up his leg, over downy hair and warm skin, grazing his nails over a firm mound before sliding between two perfect cheeks and grazing his entrance. The next touch has pressure behind it, enough to slide the finger inside as deep as it will go.
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This is his first time making love to his spouse. He is going to make it special.
Anders' fingers tangle in his hair, black and silver and stark against pale golden fingers. His tongue flattens, scrapes, strokes as he sucks gently. But it's not his mouth he is really paying attention to; rather, the sounds coming from Anders, changes in his breathing and whimpers and moans. That's how he will know he is doing well, and it's how he will know when to move on.
Soon, the grip through fabric doesn't feel right. Nathaniel releases Anders' ass, only to slide that hand up his leg, over downy hair and warm skin, grazing his nails over a firm mound before sliding between two perfect cheeks and grazing his entrance. The next touch has pressure behind it, enough to slide the finger inside as deep as it will go.