He breathes out in relief, giving Nate an adoring look. Nate trusts him.
Anders smooths his hands over Nate's stomach again, returning his lips there as well and picking up about where he'd left off. "You could bounce a copper off your stomach, love," he murmurs against the skin. "You're in fantastic shape, and I don't have words for how much I like seeing these muscles strain when you're turned on and driving deep into me."
As his hand slips back into Nate's pants, Anders shoots a coy little smile upward. "I think I'd prefer to show you how much I like your cock rather than tell you. Would you like that? May I suck you off?"
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Anders smooths his hands over Nate's stomach again, returning his lips there as well and picking up about where he'd left off. "You could bounce a copper off your stomach, love," he murmurs against the skin. "You're in fantastic shape, and I don't have words for how much I like seeing these muscles strain when you're turned on and driving deep into me."
As his hand slips back into Nate's pants, Anders shoots a coy little smile upward. "I think I'd prefer to show you how much I like your cock rather than tell you. Would you like that? May I suck you off?"