Asher shudders even at that soft touch, unused to this easy intimacy, to having the control taken out of his hands. He loves Nathaniel dearly, but sometimes he tires of giving permission for everything, for prompting his lover. He wants to tell Anita not to guarantee there will be a next time, but he can't bring himself to sour the mood.

Tilting his head back as Anita laps at his throat, Asher presses his face into Jean-Claude's hair, breathing him in, a soft sound caught in his throat.