"Mm," answers Nathaniel, his tongue firm against the underside of Anders' cock. He's looking forward to a good cuddle, the weight of Anders in his arms, the smell of his hair in his nostrils. Cuddles are the best times of his life now, he thinks. Those pinpricks from the creation magic are spreading down his neck and arms and shoulders. Everything tingles and relaxes. He can feel the heat and hardness in Anders' cock and knows he is close. He continues to build, one hand going beneath Anders' balls to cup and massage them gently, the weight of them against his palm providing friction.