Note: Though sex is both mentioned and implied, I would rate this drabble a "T" since it isn't shown.
Nathaniel has never been self-conscious about his body hair in the dark. In the dark it is only a texture, and those he took to bed were the sort who were fond of it. It was something he made sure of beforehand.
Serving in the Wardens with Anders, they had both seen each other in almost nothing in full light before they became intimate. That first time, before they even became friendly. Running into each other in the baths, bathing together in rivers while out on missions for each other's protection, and in Anders' case treating Nathaniel when he was injured. Anders was well-aware of Nathaniel's body hair.
But despite that, there was hesitation when Anders asked to leave a candle lit when they had sex. The soft glow made Anders' skin look beautiful, but Nathaniel was too keenly aware of how the dark hair stood out on his own body. The hair on Anders' body was not so evident, blond as it was.
Anders spoke no words, but said everything Nathaniel needed to hear in the way his lips brushed Nathaniel's chest. The way his hands traced the lines of muscle. And then, after they were spent, the way he lay his head on Nathaniel's stomach.
This was not the time and the place to voice his insecurities.
Nathaniel closed his eyes and let the quiet acceptance fill the room as he raised a hand to weave into Anders' hair. The sigh he felt against his skin, against his own hair, was worth it.