He has to pull back a little when Nate comes so he doesn't choke, but he doesn't pull back completely. Instead he swallows around Nate's cock, breath coming heavily from the evidence of exactly how well he did. Nate's voice is breathy and his hands feel a little shaky on Anders' face which has the mage feeling rather pleased with himself indeed.
That doesn't mean he answers Nate's question right away, though. Instead he lightly sucks on the head of Nate's cock, off and on, for a few seconds, playing as he considers. He wants the servant game to continue, of course, which removes a few options from the table. One can't ask their master to tongue their ass, after all.
Finally he lets Nate's cock fall from his mouth as he leans a cheek against his thigh.
"I ask the reward of greater use, master. I ask permission to urge my lord's cock back to full hardness so that he may take enjoy me again, forcefully, mouth or ass as pleases him." He won't last long either way, whether Nate chooses to fuck his throat or take him without preparing him, that's how much he enjoys this game.
This is really one of their best games. Nathaniel doesn't have to feel guilty for letting Anders serve him, and Anders doesn't have to worry about Nathaniel misusing him. But here, Anders is the one calling most of the shots, keeping Nathaniel in his mouth and sucking him well after it has been asked of him. Nathaniel simply gives him direction and he takes it to new levels on his own. Anders is so, so very good at this.
"Permission granted," Nathaniel answers, fingers combing through golden hair. "You may harden me. And then I will take you, forcefully."
Anders shivers, eyes dark with want as he straightens back up to guide the head of Nate's cock back into his mouth as he slowly bobs his head. With one hand he resumes playing with Nate's balls, stroking the round shapes with care, while the other slides up and down the part of Nate's cock that's not otherwise covered. He could easily get lost in this again, lavishing attention on the man he loves and showing how much he cherishes him.
"My lord is gracious beyond all others," he murmurs on one slide off Nate's cock, shooting a half-lidded glance upward. Nate's gorgeous. Nate turned on is even more beautiful yet, and Anders is the one who gets to see him flushed and pleasured.
Nathaniel's eyes slide shut as silken heat closes over the head of him. He watches through hooded eyes as Anders begins to coax him back to hardness with hands and mouth. Fingers comb through golden hair, but less gently than usual, as if appraising something he intends to buy. That is part of this play, after all. Anders likes the lack of responsibility that comes with it, as Nathaniel likes the impression that he is more dangerous than he is.
With some time, Anders teases him back to hardness, and Nathaniel's hips begin to move of their own accord. Once he is fully erect, he touches Anders' chin to bring him away from his cock to look in his eyes.
"I want you," he says, voice rasping, "on your knees, with your face down and your ass in the air."
"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.
Nathaniel spreads both Anders' round, golden cheeks and inhales deeply.
"It pleases your lord," he answers, pressing and prodding with the pad of one finger, unable to resist. Then he mounts, aligns himself, and pushes in with a snap of his hips, as hard as Anders begged him for. No preparation, no lubrication except Anders' saliva. Then he pauses, because the roleplay is fun and all, but he has to be sure he isn't hurting Anders.
His breath catches at the first prod, expecting something else but savoring the way Nate checks even when given permission. Then it's all pressure and one loud groan as Nate takes him, hard, and Anders feels everything all at once, Nate thick and hard and all the way buried.
The only response he can give at first is a groan, but it's definitely not one of pain. Nate takes him often enough that this isn't damaging. He's good.
"Master," he breathes. He's not asking for mercy. The opposite, actually. But he doesn't know how to say that without breaking the scene. "Let me serve you," he tries."
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That doesn't mean he answers Nate's question right away, though. Instead he lightly sucks on the head of Nate's cock, off and on, for a few seconds, playing as he considers. He wants the servant game to continue, of course, which removes a few options from the table. One can't ask their master to tongue their ass, after all.
Finally he lets Nate's cock fall from his mouth as he leans a cheek against his thigh.
"I ask the reward of greater use, master. I ask permission to urge my lord's cock back to full hardness so that he may take enjoy me again, forcefully, mouth or ass as pleases him." He won't last long either way, whether Nate chooses to fuck his throat or take him without preparing him, that's how much he enjoys this game.
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"Permission granted," Nathaniel answers, fingers combing through golden hair. "You may harden me. And then I will take you, forcefully."
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"My lord is gracious beyond all others," he murmurs on one slide off Nate's cock, shooting a half-lidded glance upward. Nate's gorgeous. Nate turned on is even more beautiful yet, and Anders is the one who gets to see him flushed and pleasured.
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With some time, Anders teases him back to hardness, and Nathaniel's hips begin to move of their own accord. Once he is fully erect, he touches Anders' chin to bring him away from his cock to look in his eyes.
"I want you," he says, voice rasping, "on your knees, with your face down and your ass in the air."
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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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"It pleases your lord," he answers, pressing and prodding with the pad of one finger, unable to resist. Then he mounts, aligns himself, and pushes in with a snap of his hips, as hard as Anders begged him for. No preparation, no lubrication except Anders' saliva. Then he pauses, because the roleplay is fun and all, but he has to be sure he isn't hurting Anders.
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The only response he can give at first is a groan, but it's definitely not one of pain. Nate takes him often enough that this isn't damaging. He's good.
"Master," he breathes. He's not asking for mercy. The opposite, actually. But he doesn't know how to say that without breaking the scene. "Let me serve you," he tries."