"A wedding." There's a faint, relieved chuckle in there, broken against Anders' lips. "I'm going to marry you."

His hands slide up Anders' chest and over his shoulders. Lightly, they begin to tease, caressing the soft skin of his throat, drawing circles over his shoulders, running lightly over his nipples one finger at a time. They come back down and around to feel his heartbeat with his hands before returning to toy gently with his nipples until they are stiff. He is going to take his time now, and treat Anders properly.