Ray sucked slower and shallower for a moment, to hold Asher back and catch his own breath. He brushed a thumb softly in short inch strokes up to Asher's navel, an action at odds with his other hand that was tight and slick and sliding smoothly up and down.

Hearing his name, Ray opened his eyes, gaze as questioning as Asher's voice. He didn't glance up though, just waited. If Asher wanted something, Ray knew he'd say.