Nathaniel practically squirms, knowing what's coming. The pain is nothing now, savored as part of the whole act, and he stares down with dilated eyes at Asher. His sex is thick from all the playing and kissing, and his lips tingle from the kiss. His legs spread, his breath hitches as Asher nuzzles the mark.

"I bathed," he pants.

He would never crawl into bed beside Asher smelling of anyone else as much as he can help.