Nathaniel's fingers tangle in Asher's hair, and he brings their lips together as he feels the touch of Asher's sex against him. He lowers himself, moving slowly and carefully. Without lube, it was a little more tricky, but Nathaniel works himself down Asher, the friction of their joining pulling a moan from him as he kisses Asher again and again.

As he settles in Asher's lap once more, Nathaniel realizes just how much he's missed this. Days of moping in bed, of Asher's care and patience, but this makes all the melancholy disappear. The only thought he has is of Asher and their lovemaking, and he doesn't mind that one bit.