His eyes close as Nate touches him, working to keep to his role and not rock into the palm on his cock. The scene is supposed to be about the lord on the surface, not the farmer. Though Nate is very definitely making it about the both of them. He can feel the kiss linger even after the light brush is over, and Anders nods.

"I am but a farmer, my lord, but I am yours to command. Shall I prepare myself, or would you prefer to do it?"

Nate's beautiful, and this is one man he'd gladly kneel for.