Note: This drabble carries an "M" rating.
It's difficult to resist, to not to replace Nathaniel's hand with his own and stroke him so his moans break their kisses. It is difficult but not impossible. Not when Anders' fingers caress the skin of Nathaniel's chest - not when he can feel him breathing.
These kisses are among his favorites. These kisses aren't filled with sex the way Nathaniel sometimes steals one in the corner of the Keep. Not the way Anders kisses Nathaniel when the door to their bedroom has been closed for the night. Those kisses are also wonderful, but these are special. These kisses are more than sex - they are slow and not demanding. They simply are. They are the sorts of kisses that Anders has only shared with one other person.
And with the gentle whisper from the Fade, magic flows from his fingers as they drift lower, giving Nathaniel a little extra stamina as Anders pulls the hand away and replaces them with his hips.