Nathaniel rolls his hips, thrusting into the circle of Anders' hand while one knee opens Anders' legs even further.

"You don't have to be a Howe," he says, voice deepening as his arousal heightens. "Name or no, you will have a sister and a nephew. You will be family. My husband."

One hand entwines with Anders' free hand lovingly before drawing it down to join the other, settling both between Anders' legs as he thrusts between them.