The reaction is all the reward Anders could ever want, shuddering as Nate surges into him.

"Nathaniel," he whispers back before bending and kissing his husband's chin and nose, beaming happily all the while. "Congratulations, you've married a mage."

He switches to fire and traces warmed fingertips along the spots he'd touched with the cold. There's no need to let the cold linger. That's followed by a slow rock of his hips, feeling the thick length of his beloved inside him.

"I think... I think I want you to ask for what you'd like next, which of the four I named you want applied to a nipple."