[How can Nathaniel not kiss him, after that little utterance? His fingers comb through the silk they freed as he claims the mouth below.
On his back or on his knees he is a wonder to behold. Can you imagine having him under your hands, under your mouth? How he might beg for you to stop teasing him and take him?
He slows the thrusts of his fingers, keeps them just too shallow to reach where Anders really wants them to reach. When Anders rolls his hips, he pulls back just a little, hoping to drive him wild.]
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On his back or on his knees he is a wonder to behold. Can you imagine having him under your hands, under your mouth? How he might beg for you to stop teasing him and take him?
He slows the thrusts of his fingers, keeps them just too shallow to reach where Anders really wants them to reach. When Anders rolls his hips, he pulls back just a little, hoping to drive him wild.]