It's all the better to be kissed for love than for a reward, and Anders kisses back hungrily, eyes tightly shut as Nate pushes in. He can't get enough of the feeling of fullness from Nate or of being loved; it's all-encompassing in the best way. And it makes obeying all the more fulfilling. He's not restrained. He's submitting to the best person he knows, and filling his ears with Nate's delicious groan.

Anders braces his heels on the bed and rocks upward, careful to keep his arms in place as he moves around his lover.

"Yes," he whispers against Nate's lips. "You are sublime, Nate, my love." Being fucked no longer relies on the use of those words, but Nate had wanted to hear him and Anders has no reason to stop saying either now.