He's fought so long and hard for freedom, and somehow, being called Nate's is just as freeing. The man's pendant is around his neck and ring is on his finger, and Anders feels free.

"Yours," he echoes, grinding into that hand and shuddering. The fact that he's getting close likely shows in his breathing and the way liquid is welling up at the tip of his cock. "Forever yours, my husband." And Nate was his, this gorgeous, caring, compassionate man who had already seen Anders at absolute worst and stayed with him. He would never be alone again.

Another rock of his hips and then he's bending forward, muscles clenching throughout his body as he releases.