Asher leans up on his elbows, legs still splayed wide, displaying himself for Nathaniel, and utterly aware of how he looks.

He ducks his head, false modesty, hiding a smile as he glances up at Nat through a veil of hair.

"I want you," he says, simply, as close to a plea as he's likely to get. He closes his hand over Nathaniel's, stroking slowly, making sure Nathaniel is slick and ready for him.