Had Asher not been as worked up as he was, there was a very good chance Ray's comment and near laughter would have sent him gathering back up his clothing and storming out of the room. As things were, though, he was more of less in it for the long haul. Or at least until Ray decided to assume the fetal position. Again.

"Do you really want to piss me off right after getting rid of that?" Asher commented in reference to Ray's gun, stopping stubbornly just inches from the bed.

Pulling himself up, Ray rose to his knees at the end of the bed and reached for Asher again, catching him by his belt and pulling his hips towards him.

"The real question is, do you wanna waste time getting pissed off," he undid Asher's buckle and button on his pants, then looked back up, "or d'you wanna spend time just getting off?" Ray tilted his head as he waited for Asher's answer, fingers poised on his zipper.

Between that question and his earlier statement, Asher was beginning to wonder if Ray had ever had sex at all. "Those two things are far from being mutually exclusive," he told him, pushing Ray's shirt off his shoulders and climbing onto the bed once he stepped out of his shoes.

Twisting on the mattress, he leaned back and pulled Ray down with him, teeth grazing his lips as he pressed his mouth to his again.

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.

"You were already on the bed, you idiot," he said in a low growl, biting Ray's lip harder as a warning. "Keep it up and you'll wind up on the floor. Alone."

As his hands roamed the skin of Ray's back and shoulders, he fought to keep his hips still when they threatened to push up against the weight above him, remembering that the last time they'd gotten this far, that had scared Ray off.

The bite made Ray want to do things that he didn't want to do and was in no way ready for. But he already knew that it would be good, if what they were doing now was anything to go by.

Licking his bottom lip to calm the sting, he drew back and stared at Asher until he realised what he was doing, like he'd just decided there was no turning back. Dipping his head again, he dropped a kiss on Asher's shoulder, then his chest, then a rib that he'd been dragging his fingernails over and over.

"I thought keeping it up was the entire point," he murmured, mouth moving to his neck. He squirmed at the touch on his back and pushed his hips against Asher's, just to prove that even now he didn't do what Asher wanted him to. He was definitely keeping it up but he doubted he'd actually end up on the floor. Alone.