He stops messing with Nate's clothing as he's kissed down, letting himself simply enjoy the heated kisses and attention, shivering at the slip of tongue. When Nate pauses, he rests his hands on his head, gently stroking through the long, dark hair.

"How I love you," Anders whispers. "And how you love me, my love." This is unaccountably nice, being held and reminded of just how much he means to Nate. Anders is used to being wanted sexually, has even used it as a distraction from whatever was going on, but this is leaps and bounds beyond that. He's treasured.

After letting the moment linger and lengthen, Anders shifts to untie Nate's shirtsleeves and get them started on slipping off. Nate's back is bare and beautiful before him, illuminated by the fire and just out of reach. He's made so many mistakes over the span of his life thus far, but this, this he can say was the best possible choice and best possible thing.