[Just as good as the kisses and touches are the words. He knows Nate wants and loves him, but the reminders warm his heart. Anders grinds against Nate's knee, eyes closing, simply enjoying the pleasure before his eyes jerk open again. He can do that. Simply enjoy. There's no anger, no displeasure, no stewing. It's freeing, and he wraps his arms around Nate and holds him close, kissing hard and deep. There's no words for this. It's the first time it's been just him and Nate and he wants everything.]
I figured, heehee.