[His breath catches and he nods, sitting up to undo his robes and then scoot his leggings down his thighs. Anders takes his time positioning himself over Nate's head, savoring the anticipation, before bending forward and pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the tip of Nate's cock.
A little more oil is added before his fingers return to where they'd been, one starting to nudge inward with great care.]
[Nathaniel's lips surround the head of Anders' cock as he is breached, and he moans softly. His arms hook around Anders' hips and bring him down so he can take him deeper, tongue undulating over his length.]
[Nate doesn't have to strain to pull him down; Anders is all too eager to slide into his willing mouth with a long groan. It feels heavenly, the warmth, Nate's tongue, and Anders wraps his lips around Nate's cock in return. His finger slides in to the first knuckle, then the second, finally sinking in all the way and resting there as Anders gives Nate's body time to adjust.]
[It's not bad. A little odd, to have something going in instead of out, but there is no pain. When he slides into Anders' mouth, however, he gives a longer moan. If his mouth wasn't full, he'd start blaspheming again. Instead he sucks hard on Anders' cock, his hands gliding over his sides before coming back to grip his ass.]
[If that's the reaction he gets from one finger... A shiver runs through Anders' body with the suck, and he lets the smallest spark of lightning spread inside Nate. He rocks his hips a little downward as he does, enjoying his chance to take Nate in two places.]
[A sharp gasp, a jerk of his hips against that finger, his fingers tighten around Anders' ass and he sucks harder. His moan is enough to convey Anders' name as a prayer.]
[He groans, thighs trembling a little. That's one finger, one little bit of magic. Maker, the ways he can blow Nate's mind... Anders pulls off Nate's cock, kissing the sides of it slowly, before shaking his head.]
And this is one spell. I might make a magic addict out of you yet.
[The casting stops so he can slide the finger out and add more lubricant before carefully starting to ease two fingers in this time. Nate needs to feel it deeper.]
[Nathaniel can feel the stretch now. His hips remain still, allowing it to happen as it happens, else he fears he'll hurt himself. It has been years and years since he was entered like this. He undulates his tongue over Anders' length, focusing on that instead of the peculiar sensation inside him.]
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A little more oil is added before his fingers return to where they'd been, one starting to nudge inward with great care.]
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And this is one spell. I might make a magic addict out of you yet.
[The casting stops so he can slide the finger out and add more lubricant before carefully starting to ease two fingers in this time. Nate needs to feel it deeper.]
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