"Anything," he whispers before working to slowly steady his breathing. It's not that easy with his heart pounding in his chest or the slow glide of Nate's hand on his cock, and especially not as Nate's finger slides deeper.

"You always have me taken care of." Nate's planning something, has to be, with the slowness. Instead of pushing, Anders chooses to trust him. This feels good, Nate's touch, his attention, his intensity. "I'm ready for more, love, if that's what you want to know."