This is his favorite game. It gives Nate the freedom to ask for exactly what he wants, and Anders the freedom to surrender to and worship the man he loves. Obediently Anders slides his hands up the outside of Nate's legs and drags the garment down to his ankles. The left foot is extricated first, drawn up as he places kisses on the inside of Nate's knee and ankle before he repeats the gesture with Nate's left and then slides in between them.

"Of course, my lord and master." He'd seen that lick and smile. He knew what those words did for Nate and he's glad to keep it going. Anders takes hold of his cock and licks his own lips before leaning forward and slowly licking the head once and then a second time until he lets it slide into his mouth where it gets a gentle suck. He makes a quiet noise of appreciation, which is followed by slowly taking Nate in all the way until the pressure at the back of his throat threatens to cut off his breathing. He holds there a moment, taking a breath, before eagerly taking Nate in to the root and savoring both the weight and flavor on his tongue and how absolutely he trusts this man.