Nathaniel would ordinarily have his hands all over Anders now, guiding him down, gliding over his skin, giving as he takes. Now, his hands remain tucked firmly beneath his head, and he fights to keep them there. Anders is giving freely now, simply at Nathaniel's direction. He gives without asking for something, indeed setting it up so that Nathaniel is not supposed to give back or it would ruin the fantasy. And it is hot.

So Nathaniel breathes as hot flesh closes around him, relaxing, watching as he disappears inside, feeling the clench of that slick, tight channel. And without his urging, more is given, till their bodies are fully joined and Anders sits on his lap with Nathaniel throbbing deep inside him.