The loss of Nate's mouth and finger leave him feeling a little cold and Anders shivers, reaching down to trace Nate's cheek and jaw.

"Yes," he says before chuckling. "Yes, I want to ride you, and yes I want to do something special." Anders casts, then, letting just a little lightning trail down the archer's neck. "I want to use magic on you, as I ride your cock. Lightning, fire, ice, creation. May I?"