He loves that sound in Nate's voice. It's open and needing, and Anders longs to fill every need and want Nate has. Slowly he slips his finger in deeper, looking deeply into Nate's eyes as he buries it inside his lover. His husband. Maker.

"I feel the same, love, my love. You make my dreams come true, and you fill my heart. You make me feel more than I'd thought possible." He's almost selfish enough to think he has all he needs. That he could accept life like this and ignore all else, escape into being with this man and forget the world. But he does have this, these moments, these times with his beloved. "I love you. I love you so much."

How he's loved in return. This is an impossibility made manifest, wrapped around him, inside him, treasuring him. This is joy. And this is his. Anders surges upward, kissing hard and guiding a second finger carefully into his beloved, needing to show how deeply he feels all of this.