The King and the Matched Set

“You left me first,” Ashley snaps, but his voice quivers so that his intended petulance merely sounds defensive, like a blind thrown up to hide his nerves. He obeys without further comment, rolling over and bracing himself on his elbows, arching his back to display his ass to his lovers. He casts a look over his shoulder at them, dark-eyed and inviting, still trying his best to hide his vulnerability.