"Hardly a fair question." His voice is hoarse; the teeth on his earlobe are just the right hint of pain without damage as Nate well knows.

"You know the answer." Nate knows everything about his body, much of where his mind goes, and something that could otherwise be terrifying is perfect and fitting here. "You know what I want." Bending forward, Anders shivers as he seeks Nate's lips. He'll never have enough of this man in any way.

"And I know what you want." That's breathed against Nate's lips as he takes what it is they both desire, and takes his time with it too.