[Nathaniel casts away the last of the garments obscuring Anders, then kicks off his own shoes once Anders has his shirt off. It occurs to him (as it sometimes does) that he hasn't had sex in some time, well over a year, and that's something of a relief. Maybe these feelings are simply his body telling him to get it out of his system. And hearing his own name on Anders' lips is exactly as intoxicating as Zevran made it out to be.
Anders is gorgeous. Stretched beneath him, golden and bare, wanton and ready. Nathaniel's trousers slide off and he immediately slides a knee between Anders' legs, giving him friction to move against as he reaches for the salve he uses for cuts and burns. He doesn't kiss, only keeps Anders' gaze intently for a moment. The reason might be clear when one of his fingers grazes his entrance, slick with salve, before sliding inside. He wants to see Anders' face as he is taken.]
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Anders is gorgeous. Stretched beneath him, golden and bare, wanton and ready. Nathaniel's trousers slide off and he immediately slides a knee between Anders' legs, giving him friction to move against as he reaches for the salve he uses for cuts and burns. He doesn't kiss, only keeps Anders' gaze intently for a moment. The reason might be clear when one of his fingers grazes his entrance, slick with salve, before sliding inside. He wants to see Anders' face as he is taken.]