[ what else is new.

he's leaning into anderson heavily, for a time selfishly concentrating only on anderson's touch, but when he can hear the way his pulse quickens a lazy smile spreads and he slips both hands down now, to work at the priest's belt, deftly undo his trousers, and slip a hand inside. it's easy, and practiced, but he does little other than curl fingers around the base of his cock for now, testing his reactions.

it's not teasing, or goading, and he does listen to what anderson has to say, licking his lips before he nods minutely. he knows. ]

I know. We're tied together though, us. I don't think there's any escape for either of us even if we wanted it.

[ his voice is low and this time his thoughts are interrupted with a breathy moan.

then his newly-freed hand lifts and he grips anderson's chin, kissing him slowly, languidly, but no less wanting. there's absolutely no tease in it: it's practically fervent in its intensity. when he pulls back he looks at him, eyes dark. ]

I did tell you I've wanted you since we met. You're mine, and I'm not going to apologize for that.