[He'd said he had no shame and he meant it, grinding against Nate's knee as soon as it's offered, eyes on Nate's face as the man moves. And move he does, making Anders' breath catch and head fall back to the blankets as the first finger eases in. His mouth is a little open, eyes half-lidded, as it shifts around, and his voice is breathy.]
Not... Not messing around, I see.
[Some men simply wanted to get to the main event. And honestly, with as hard as Anders is right now, he's not complaining. Normally he'd like a little more playing around, but right now he could certainly do with this.]
Another, Nate. I can take a second.
[He reaches up to slide a hand down Nate's arm, feeling the muscles working in tandem with what he feels inside of him.]
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Not... Not messing around, I see.
[Some men simply wanted to get to the main event. And honestly, with as hard as Anders is right now, he's not complaining. Normally he'd like a little more playing around, but right now he could certainly do with this.]
Another, Nate. I can take a second.
[He reaches up to slide a hand down Nate's arm, feeling the muscles working in tandem with what he feels inside of him.]