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Anders is rewarded with a sharp gasp as Nathaniel feels his mouth close around the tip, his tongue precise in its intimate knowledge of him. A hand warms his balls and Nathaniel makes himself watch. There is something spectacular about seeing himself disappearing slowly into Anders, the same visual confirmation which turned him off before now having the opposite effect. He wants to touch Anders, briefly feels useless that he cannot, but he reminds himself that is practically the entire point here. He will have his turn with Anders after this. Right now, he is to lie back, relax, and learn how to let Anders do the lavishing for once.

He starts to lose himself in this, the sound of Nate's gasp filling his ears as he's surrounded by the taste and feel and scent of his beloved. Nate once told him no one liked the taste of cock, but Nate's wrong. Anders loves it because it's Nate.

He bobs his head up and down, taking more of Nate in each time until has Nate's cock all the way in. Anders swallows around him, then, knowing how it feels, staying down as long as he can before he needs more air.

Teasingly his fingers go a little further back, brushing the taint and teasing the ring of muscles back there before returning to where they'd started, palming and stroking. Nate is fantastic when he's in charge, when he's sure of himself and showering affection on Anders, but this surrender is as beautiful as that, especially with the work it's taking Nate. Anders' heart is as full as his mouth and throat and he sucks hard on his back up this time.

A whimper escapes Nate's throat when he is hilted, and after a moment, his hips roll involuntarily, and he indulges in a louder moan. It's when Anders sucks on his way back up that his back arches and be groans.

"Maker," he gasps, "I married an artist."

That goes straight to his ego, as the way Nate writhes goes to his cock, and he has to take a short break from the task at hand that he's absolutely enjoying.

"And you are my masterpiece." His voice is a little hoarse, a cock down his throat does that, but he doesn't mind and he's quick to return to his task with an eager lick along the tiny opening at the head of Nate's cock. While he rests a hand on Nate's hip to have a little bit more warning the next time he's being thrust up into, there's no force there. He wants more reactions like that because Nate is glorious when he lets go.

Nathaniel's ankles hook behind Anders, one hand clawing at the bedsheets. The other twines in Anders' hair as he thrusts again, breath coming hard, skin flushing red. Soon he is spilling into Anders' throat, and it is every bit as sexy as spilling into his ass. He gasps for a while, drifting along the wave of bliss, before gently tugging at Anders, signalling more than pulling him to come up and cuddle.

The taste changes and gives him warning enough to catch a breath before the final thrust so he can linger as well, teasingly torturing Nate's cock with continued little licks after he's swallowed. At the initial tug he stays, but soon enough he's scooting back up to smile smugly at his husband.

"I believe you once tried to tell me no one could enjoy the taste of cock before I... interrupted." Even his hoarse voice is smug. "You're wrong. I enjoy the taste of all of you, especially your cock."

Nathaniel pulls him in for some intense making out. It's good, it's intimate, and he can taste what Anders claims to enjoy.

"Hm," he mutters thoughtfully, considering his point as he licks his lips. "Counter-argument." He rolls on top of Anders and kisses him deeply again. When he comes up for breath, he gingerly tucks himself back into his pants.

"I guess I never thought of it as a matter of...taste." He smirks a little and brushes Anders' hair back with his fingers. "I like how it feels to be connected to you. That you are at my mercy because your entire world turns based on what I do to you." Fingers caress the length of that beautiful golden throat, their path chased with kisses.

"You taste of electricity. You taste of ecstasy. So you might say I love the taste of you. But what I really love," a hand begins to drag Anders' tunic upward, "is to hold you completely in thrall. Not to forcefully own you, but to place pressure on just the right point that you lose all fight, and surrender."

He gently pinches a nipple and rolls it between his fingers.

He likes the counter-argument, even though it's a lot of kissing and the very pleasant weight of Nate on top of him rather than any sort of arguing. Anders beams up at his husband as Nate starts talking and touching. That he tastes of electricity and ecstasy might be one of the best ways he's ever been described and he's about to say so when his nipple is pinched and words get chased away by a gasp.

"You make it so good to surrender," he says, voice a little strained, "and so worth it. You make me want you to hold me in thrall. I love giving myself to you." A rock of now-bared hips upward helps demonstrate the point. "I want everything you have to give me, my love."

He rests a hand low on Nate's back before sliding it downward and rubbing one of his favorite parts of his husband's body. "Or, if we're talking about being held in thrall, should I call you my lord?"

"Not this time," Nathaniel murmurs against a graceful collarbone. "Call me by my name. No fantasies are necessary. Nothing is sexier or more beautiful to me right now than what we share in reality. You, my love, give me full power over you because it's me, not because of some title. That's what I want right now. You, as completely mine as you would be if I really was your lord."

He begins to slide Anders' leggings down.

"You say the best things." Everything Nate says reinforces how much he loves Anders. Everything Nate does reinforces it too, and he feels so safe here.

"I am absolutely yours, Nathaniel." His other hand tangles in Nate's hair, playing with it gently as he lifts his hips to help Nate get his clothing down and off. He's used his body for any number of reasons before - comfort, safety, distraction - but Nate makes him feel cherished and treasured. ...And turned on, which the leggings weren't really hiding but now that they're off is fully on display.

"I love everything about you and everything you do, and I am entirely in your hands." Nate found that sexy? Then Anders would emphasize it because he found it sexy as well. "There is nothing that turns me on the way being able to surrender do you does, my Nate."

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