[Look at him, so beautifully open and shameless. Nathaniel's eyes rake him from top to bottom, taking in the flush of his skin, the dewy damp of sweat, the proud, erect cock curving over his hip. Nathaniel groans low in his chest at the sight, the sound of his name on Anders' lips, and he rolls on top of him, taking his hips in hand and tilting them upward. He positions himself and slides in, slow but unrelenting, panting by the time he is buried to the hilt. He presses his lips to a flushed ear, panting with want.]
You want me to fuck you within an inch of your life, [he whispers heavily, still-slick hand teasing over that proud erection, pausing to circle the tip slowly.]
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You want me to fuck you within an inch of your life, [he whispers heavily, still-slick hand teasing over that proud erection, pausing to circle the tip slowly.]