The cupcakes might have been good, but there was no way this wasn't infinitely better. This was Ray and Ray's mouth and Ray's hands, on him and pulling at him, and Asher didn't know how he'd made it the past three months without knowing that touch. His entire body hummed, more turned on than he'd ever been in his fucking life, he was sure of it.

Much more reassured now, Asher hands moved with more confidence, unbuttoning Ray's jacket and undoing his tie, letting it fall before he began on his shirt buttons.

"You wanna move to, uh..." Asher trailed off. He much preferred kissing to talking. There was a table in the room with them if it came down to that, so Asher didn't bother trying to finish the sentence. Bedroom, kitchen, he didn't really give a fuck. They'd just have to mind the cupcakes.