It was spectacularly unfair, Ray thought, to ask if he was okay and then do that to his neck. Who in their right mind would say "no" and risk it stopping? All that came out in response was a lot cut-off moan in the back of his throat and then he was forced to try and focus when Asher looked at him.

"Who, me? Yeauhh...sure." He waved it off, literally, turning them around so he could push Asher back onto the bed. "I'll be fi--c'mon, let's...I'm good," he insisted stubbornly, though perhaps not entirely convincingly. With a hand at the small of Asher's back, he pressed foward, reached out his free arm to stop a hard fall and stuck his tongue in Asher's mouth to prevent any more questions.