Anders shivers, breath catching, as Nate teases the ring of muscle. He's fairly certain he can't take it just yet, but the thought of Nate claiming even more is intense. The way Nate touches him right after that only helps - it's possessive, examining, judging.

He picks up the pace slowly, steadily, the muscles of his thighs and stomach visibly tensing as he moves.

"Does my lord think that he can find mercy for me in his heart? ...In my body?"