Nathan didn't pull away either. Eventually, he figured there'd have to be breathing but he could prolong it a little further, kiss Anders for a little longer so he could remember this for later when he was alone.

His fingers curled into Anders' shirt, clinging tightly while he kissed the other boy. It felt good not to worry about disappointing someone, to not worry about someone dismissing and to just like what he was doing and who he was doing it with.