Nathaniel goes slowly, treating Anders' hands like he treats his ass, anticipation of the future. He is tender, loving, attentive with those beloved hands, his fingers gliding over the insides of Anders' thighs before one curls around Anders' cock.

"Anders Howe." He'd never thought about it, but now it fuels his desire, knowing how utterly Anders wishes them to be joined. "My husband, Anders Howe."