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The sounds cascading from the lips of the sweet man above him was all the encouragement Mitchell needed to damn-near suck the soul out of him. The moans, the pleasured shifts and twitches, the waves of uncontrolled swearing and cursing - Anders swore he was dreaming. Anders breath caught as he felt the edge of climax waving over him, his body tensing noticably. "Hmm, what is it, my love?" Mitchell questioned with a knowing smile. "Fuck," Anders breathed as another squeeze cleared every thought but those of the man before him from his head. "I want you," he managed, "I want you to fuck me," he demanded, looking into Mitchell's eyes with near desperation. "I'm working on it," Mitchell assured, "I've got you," he hummed along, shifting his upper body to grab the lube kept on the bedside table. Anders hands in his hair, arms wrapping around his neck, kept Mitchell's gaze on the beautiful face of his lover as he slipped the first lubed digit in. Anders body tensed, but only for a moment - more out of anticipation than anything - before Mitchell pressed further inside, urging a satisfied moan from Anders. "What wonderful sounds you're making for me," Mitchell cooed as the hand in his hair tightened it's grip, the moans in his ear only adding fuel to his burning desire. He continued on like this for a short while, pushing and pulling the digit, before adding another. "You're doing so good," Mitchell praised the other, scissoring the digits, granting him even more of the sounds he so craved. Mitchell kept up with this, Anders dick dribbling both saliva and precum, until he could slip in a third digit and get his lover accustomed to the feeling. "Are you ready, my love?" Mitchell's husky voiced questioned, pulling his fingers from the man and earning a shiver from Anders. "I've been-" A quick but soft shush interrupted Anders. "Shhhhh, my love. Yes, or no?" Mitchell delicately posed, wrapping a hand along the side of Anders side. "Yes," Anders spoke in a near-whisper, watching as Mitchell reached to pull his own cock from the pants sat squarely across his hips. Mitchell looked up once more with a smile across his lips, pulling Anders close and pushing his own throbbing cock into the desperate man. Mitchell started slowly, almost teasingly, to fuck Anders. His pace would quicken as he pressed rough kisses into Anders neck and growl sweet, dirty remarks to his lover. "You feel so good, my beautiful, perfect fuck toy," He wanted to fuck every thought from Anders mind. His could tell he was rather close to achieving this goal by the near animalistic sounds, the desperate, needy moans, the clenching and tightening of his lovers muscles. He quickened his pace once more, a harsh slapping, pounding, rough pace as Anders whimpered and moaned for him, for more, for release. "That's right, Anders, come for me," Mitchell's voice ordered, his own body beginning to crave the same release he desired to entice from the other. His pace becoming uneven, but his ferocity not faltering even a bit, Mitchell pressed deep into his lover. Once, and then again, and once more, earning him the heavenly cries of his lover's climax. He felt the muscles of his partner tighten and tremble around his cock, easily urging his own orgasm forth as he pressed once more, deeply and desperately, into Anders. He let this wave take him, and let out his own shaky, breathy moan as he came deep inside Anders.