Next time, [Nathaniel promises. Ordinarily his foreplay is quite decadent and elaborate, if he has his way, but that's without months of pent-up frustration. They're both very wound up, and Nathaniel isn't sure how long either of them will last, with or without foreplay. His free hand glides down the slope of Anders' shoulder, down his chest, teasing a nipple. Then he adds the second finger, giving a pleased rumble when Anders touches his arm.]

Next time, I'll treat you as you ought to be treated. With every care and attention. But I think-- [on that word, his fingers go deep] --you are as eager as I am for this.

[His head dips down, dark hair falling around his face as he takes the unattended nipple and sucks it into his mouth.]