"Celestial," he echoes it, smiling up at Nate. "Are you my night sky, then?" His gaze rests on Nate's hair with a little longing, but he doesn't have time to focus on that when Nate's telling him how he wants him.

Anders spreads as instructed and bats his eyes. He might not be able to touch, but that doesn't leave him without other ways to play.

"Is this how you like me best? Bare and open? On my back, waiting for you?"