He groans as he's pinned down. Thoughts of hunger are driven from his mind because it's Nate wanting him and needing him again after so long. He needs this just as much.

Nate's clothing is in the way, needs to be gone, and Anders promptly gets to work on his pants, unlacing them and shoving them down. There are times for slow enjoyment and exploration, and judging from Nate's mouth and his own body this is not that time.

"Yes, please," he murmurs when he breaks for air and room to try to get Nate's shirt off. "I need you."