"Oh, you know what Italians are like," Ray smiled, watching his hand as he ran it gently down Asher's chest to his stomach. "Our hearts pretty much live in there." He stroked it, careful not to go too low considering he'd kind of cut Asher off in his prime a few minutes ago.

With the movement of his fingers, something caught his eye and he contemplated it for a moment before glancing at Asher. "I uh, can't think of anybody I'd rather do this, do this properly with, than you, Asher," he admitted, settling onto his back and rolling his head to the side so he could watch him. "I want you to take this." He slid the ring off his finger and held it between them. "Like a promise. I want you to be my uh, my first, so...take it, and give it back to me once you are."