Nathaniel does turn to watch as the leggings drop, eyes lingering on that proud cock. After a beat, he approaches, takes Anders by the waist, inhales the scent of his hair, and drags his palm over that length.

"Neither. Knees and back are for common whores who spread their legs and pretend they are somewhere else till it is over. You are special. I want you to ride me. I want to see your thighs strain as you take me in, your eyes on me, your cock throbbing in my hand."

His lips brush against a golden temple. "I want to remember you."