Nathaniel's smile broadens. A tug of the tie in Anders' hair has it falling loose; his fingers tangle in it and hold, not really directing Anders' head but feeling it bob up and down as he is serviced.

"Does it surprise you," he purrs, "how much it fills you up? As many lords as have had your mouth, sweet servant, does my cock still cause you difficulty? Don't answer, I haven't given you permission to stop. You try so hard to hide how you struggle, but I can see it, how you pause before you take me in to the hilt. And yet you carry on, without even a flinch on your pretty face. You are a very good and obedient servant, who knows his place."