Nathaniel Howe

Hearing his name spoken like that is almost enough. He keeps moving, careful to keep from hurting Anders--he doesn't need to go hard to reach climax. In a moment or two, he is emptying into Anders, muffling his groans against the expanse of pale throat. He gasps, shudders, and finally withdraws, lowering Anders to the bed and curling against his side, heedless of the mess.