[Feeling Nate's response is even better than hearing something, and Anders kisses right back until he's panting into the kiss due to the steady slide of Nate's finger in. His hands go to Nate's shoulder as he holds on as if for dear life, griping there as he relaxes muscles further down.]

Oh, Nate.

[There's a pause as he catches his breath, ended with a shake of his head.]

You can move it. I want to feel everything like this, bordering on too much, with nothing looming over it. Push me, please. I'll speak up if it gets edges on too far, I promise.