Nathaniel's ankles hook behind Anders, one hand clawing at the bedsheets. The other twines in Anders' hair as he thrusts again, breath coming hard, skin flushing red. Soon he is spilling into Anders' throat, and it is every bit as sexy as spilling into his ass. He gasps for a while, drifting along the wave of bliss, before gently tugging at Anders, signalling more than pulling him to come up and cuddle.