"From your spit? Yeah." He laughs and slides his hands up Nathan's back. "Hmm, now that'd be a good spell."

Nathan is warm and heavy on top of him and Davin's cock is half-hard against his belly as he lifts his head to mouth at Nathan's throat, sucking a mark just over his pulse. "I'm always really tight. Just open me up on your fingers a little and I'll make it worth your while."