"You take such good care of me," he says breathily. His hands are trembling a little as he rubs, building pleasure and the effort of holding his hips still.

"You're a gift, love, a treasure. My treasure." The building heat in his core has nothing on how this warms his heart. Nate loves him. He's in the hands (and mouth) of someone who absolutely loves him and supports him. Anders owes Nate more faith than he's shown today. He'll do better. He'll be better, because this man deserves everything.

Anders casts Creation, spreading gentle warmth from his fingers as he rubs.

"You are my everything."