The look on Nate's face is parallel to how he's treating Anders' body, almost prayerful, and it and the words make a powerful mix. He can't imagine being loved this much by anyone else, just as he couldn't imagine ever being loved this much before now.

"Your husband," Anders echoes. "And you'll be mine, Nathaniel."

The hand on his cock gets a grunt and a short closing of Anders' eyes; it takes a lot of willpower to not push in and rush this, and Anders wants it slow this time. He matches the speed of his hands on Nate's cock with the new touch, keeping it steady and the same.

"My love, my Barchen, my husband."