“Yeah. We do.” Nathan yanked Fury’s belt through the loops and tossed it aside.
Fury spoke between kisses. “Sorry too. Didn’t know what to do. Never been here before.”
“It’s okay.” Nathan nudged Fury’s shoulder, and Fury lay down on the bed. Nathan climbed on top of him, and they wrapped around each other, clothing temporarily forgotten. The grinding and tonguing and touching quickly drove Nathan insane, and he shoved at Fury’s jeans, trying to get them off, away, anywhere but there. He needed Fury’s skin against his.
“You like those cuffs?” Fury whispered, rolling with Nathan to help do away with pants.
“Yeah,” Nathan said absently, struggling with Fury’s shoe one-handed because Fury was unfastening Nathan’s shirtsleeves.
“You use ‘em on her, or she use ‘em on you?”
“On me,” Nathan
