Ashley moans into his mouth, fingers sliding straight back into Ereuvir’s silken hair and gripping tight as they kiss.

He licks his lips as the kiss breaks, watching Ereuvir with dark, pleased eyes. “Tough question to answer on the spot,” he says, because he doesn’t know if he can think of a good answer quickly enough, and he has just enough self-preservation to be wary of offering that much so quickly. He’s willing to offer it, but needs to ease himself in.

But as he thinks over what he can offer, an impish smile curves his lips. “Do you have...” His fingers shape it in the air a moment before he has the words. “Anal plug.”