[ he laughs in response, and moves easily with him, climbing onto his bed on his knees ]. What, you want to know what I whisper into their ears to make them go weak at the knees? Maybe you want me to whisper it into yours.

[ His hand reaches out and slides against Nate's thigh, shifting down onto the bed, just looking over him.

Well I didn't come here for a nap, did I? But he still appreciates his reassurance, makes it easier for him to know that he's not backed into a corner. He never does well with that. At least with fucking he's... well he pretty much knows what he's doing there, even if things are in a slightly different place. He turns and leans over him, reaching for the drawer and pulling it open. Okay there's more in there than he expected, and he reaches for a little blue shiny packet, pulling it out. ]

You wanna help me out with this?