[There's a danger in words like that. They scare him a little, even, but he tells himself he's reading far too much into them. Nate's caught up in the moment. Except he's not really a romantic, and that's far too much thinking for now when Nate's pulling him down and hastily getting on top.
Anders' breath catches at the weight of the man there, feeling Nate against him as a full-body shiver goes through him.]
Oh, Nate.
[It's more whisper than voice, and Anders manages to wriggle out of his leggings like this, baring himself completely, before turning his attention to shoving Nate's top off the rest of the way and then turning attention to his pants. The man is all pale muscle, glorious and firm and exactly how Anders wants him.]
I want you. Rough or gentle, however you like it. I just want you.
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Anders' breath catches at the weight of the man there, feeling Nate against him as a full-body shiver goes through him.]
Oh, Nate.
[It's more whisper than voice, and Anders manages to wriggle out of his leggings like this, baring himself completely, before turning his attention to shoving Nate's top off the rest of the way and then turning attention to his pants. The man is all pale muscle, glorious and firm and exactly how Anders wants him.]
I want you. Rough or gentle, however you like it. I just want you.