His breath catches at the first prod, expecting something else but savoring the way Nate checks even when given permission. Then it's all pressure and one loud groan as Nate takes him, hard, and Anders feels everything all at once, Nate thick and hard and all the way buried.

The only response he can give at first is a groan, but it's definitely not one of pain. Nate takes him often enough that this isn't damaging. He's good.

"Master," he breathes. He's not asking for mercy. The opposite, actually. But he doesn't know how to say that without breaking the scene. "Let me serve you," he tries."