Technique was overrated in a moment like this, really. The affection and emotion were all that really mattered. Anders' heart was beating faster and faster, thudding in his ears as they kept kissing.

(In Kirkwall in a decade or so, as the ruins of the Chantry smoked and Hawke raised a knife, the little bit of Anders still mixed with Justice might remember the pressure of Nathan's mouth against his and cling to it for comfort.)