It isn't long before Nathaniel is gasping for breath between kisses, his hands gripping at Asher's shirt. He doesn't care if he leaves wrinkles behind, he just wants Asher closer. Nathaniel whines, tugging at the fabric. "I can't feel you," he whispers brokenly. "We don't have to fuck, but please, shirts off. I just... I need to feel you, Asher."