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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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