Nathaniel's free hand comes to Anders' hip, making sure he takes it nice and slow and doesn't get so caught up in the fantasy that he hurts himself. He encourages a gentle rocking motion, no bouncing, and keeps an eye out for any sign of blood.

"Would you like two cocks in you?" he asks idly. "I have an assassin who serves me--golden hair and brown skin, well-muscled. I wonder if you could take us both at the same time, working you, rubbing together inside you."