Davin huffs out a laugh when Nathan fusses with his hair and then lays back, stretching out again. Nathan hasn't made him feel anything but good so far, so he shouldn't question it now. It's just that Davin really only has two requirements for sex: condoms and prep. He's not getting an STD or a limp because he wanted to rush things, no sir.

"Lie back and think of England," he says with a lazy smile.