You're making my knees weak, spoken sincerely, is one of the prettiest things Nathaniel has ever heard. He grinds his finger deep, then releases Anders' cock from his mouth, his own throbbing hard between his legs. His finger slides out, leaving that tight heat that will soon be around his cock. A kiss is pressed to Anders' belly.

"We can't have that. I need those knees strong so you can ride me. If that's what you want."

He looks up at Anders, his hands grazing bare hips.

"Do you want to ride me? Or do you want anything...different? Special?"