He moves with Nate, gaze met the whole time because how could he look away? He is loved, he has no doubts left, not when they're one and Nate's kissing him again. There's a belonging here that he's craved for so very long and only had tiny tastes of before. Now it fills him, like Nate's cock, Nate's tongue, Nate's scent, everything.

Anders' cock is starting to leak against Nate's stomach, but Anders is too busy threading the fingers of one hand through Nate's hair and using his other to pull Nate close to take himself in hand.

"Maker, yes," he groans when the kiss is broken. "Yes, please, Nate." The air is cold on his back but he doesn't care because Nate's hot against him, filling him, and it's everything Anders needs and wants.