"And we have two pairs of hands." The next fastening, and then the next, and that line of skin is down to Anders' navel. Nathaniel wants to kiss it all the way down, so he begins to do so. One warm, burning kiss at his jaw, followed by a taste, and he moves down Anders' throat. Clavicle. Sternum. He pauses to shrug off his gambeson, and is now in mere shirtsleeves and trousers by the time his hands are at Anders' groin. Perfect timing. He sinks to his knees and presses a kiss to that navel, slipping his tongue inside, then...pauses, pressing his cheek against Anders' abdomen as his arms wind around his legs and he holds him close, cherishing the moment before it passes.