"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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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."