"As my lord wishes." His voice is silk itself as he resists the urge to nuzzle the hand on his chin and instead stands up. Cuddling can, and will, come later.
Anders climbs onto the bed and braces himself on his knees and elbows, making his ass the clear focal point and imagining the way Nate has to be looking at it.
"Does this please my lord?" The words are a little muffled, seeing as his forehead's against the pillow, but he figures they're clear enough.
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Date: 2017-04-16 03:07 am (UTC)From:Anders climbs onto the bed and braces himself on his knees and elbows, making his ass the clear focal point and imagining the way Nate has to be looking at it.
"Does this please my lord?" The words are a little muffled, seeing as his forehead's against the pillow, but he figures they're clear enough.