Ray let out a noise of pleasant surprise, having expected Asher to claim the top spot, to keep the control. Shaking his shirt off his arm, he conveniently forgot about his earlier warning and let it drop haphazardly to the floor, more interested in following Asher down to the mattress.

"You're not pissed off," he breathed, eagerly returning the kiss. "We made it to the bed." Hate sex in his experience barely made it up the stairs. He reached down to his own pants and pulled the zipper to get comfortable, then settled most of his weight on Asher, half-propped up on an elbow. His free hand didn't waste any time before it was tracking his ribs, pulling him closer.