Nathaniel couldn't stop quivering under him. It was hard, almost impossible to hold himself up on all fours as Alan brought himself inside of him. He felt his seed and it brought out another filthy moan from his own lips, so glad he wasn't in heat he could almost sob. It felt so good. He could feel some of it trickle out of his ass, getting his panties even wetter. He whimpered at the praise, his arms trembling. His tongue was tied in his mouth, though he gasped out a groan of pain and over stimulation when Alan removed the weights. It stung really bad, though the rubbing and pressure helped. A few tears pricked his eyes and he let his head down on the bed, elbows collapsing although he was still on his knees. He turned his head towards Alan and licked his dry lips. "Only for you," he breathed, eyes glazed over. He was deep in subspace and just wanted to curl up and be held.<br/><br/>When Alan laid down, so did he, and immediately spooned up against his torso, letting Alan toy with his panties or do whatever else he wanted to him. He felt safe, comfortable. His lips curled in a small, secret smile. "Hmm. Maybe I should go change," he murmured, voice slightly breathless and flirty. Though he really didn't want to move. Not with Alan so close to him. He wasn't really expecting comfort, just something to ground and stabilize him. Alan was pretty capable of that. Nate's white-blonde hair clung to his face, purple eyes closed in obvious bliss. "What do fantasize about doing to me?" he said, running his fingers down Alan's arm.