Sweet Maker. Nathaniel gives a little cry against Anders' mouth when that second finger spreads him open. Inside Anders and with Anders inside, driving deep and being driven. It's possible that the romantic idea of making love all night is impractical, as much pleasure as Nathaniel is drowning in. His hand wraps around Anders' cock, wanting to show him, wanting him to feel as much as Nathaniel feels right now. Anders is fire. Anders surrounds and sears him, warm fingers licking deep into him, pressing deliciously where it feels best. What has he done to deserve this?

He finds himself unable to say anything but yes over and over, interspersed with Anders' name as he thrusts and is thrust into.