"I don't know Howe I got so lucky," he whispers as Nate's hands explore him. It's nice to take time and savor this. To savor Nate and the way his lover touches him. Anders' body responds quickly, about as fast as his heart is pounding, and he makes a quiet noise at the toying with his nipples.

He reaches down to trace the lines of Nate's stomach and hips, lightly grazing his cock deliberately, playfully, before he takes it in hand gently and gives it a slow stroke.

"...I might have to rethink all of the name jokes considering I don't have a family name to offer you." Which means he's winding up Anders Howe.