The way Nate kisses him, as if he's desperate for Anders even with the mage right here, with him, is intoxicating. Anders moans into the kiss, yearning and loving. Until Nate, he'd never had sex with love involved. Now he can't get enough, and it makes the word 'helpless' something he can skip over mentally. Being vulnerable for Nate alone is something he wants, though, something he enjoys.

His tongue tangles with Nate's and the moan deepens to a groan. He's loved by this magnificent man. He's absolutely loved and he belongs here.

"Stretched out for you, however you want me," he breathes out when the kiss is broken. A moment later he's grinning and craning his neck to steal a soft kiss. "Howe ever. Howe, I love you. Ravish me, please."