Yours to command. Those are words Nathaniel really likes to hear, especially out of Anders' lips. He grinds his palm against that cock once more, then turns away, feigning aloofness. As much as he wants to claim Anders, he still plays the part of a spoiled lord. He walks toward their bed on the ground, untying his trousers.

"Prepare yourself," he commands. "But I want to watch."

When he is naked, he reclines on their bed, eyes keen and glazed with lust.