They shared a smile as they came up for air, but Nathan wasn’t sure what to do next. Well, he knew what to do. It was just difficult to undress Sasha the rest of the way when his hands were shaking.
Sasha must have known, must have been able to feel Nathan’s internal struggle, because he reached down and undid his own jeans, shimmying out of them and looking up at Nathan with all that trust radiating.
When it was only cotton separating them, and Nathan could feel Sasha intimately through the thin barrier of their boxers, his breath hitched and he shivered, like he was a damn virgin and had never done this before.
“Here,” Sasha rolled them, letting Nathan be the one lying on the mattress so he could catch his breath. It would be easier with Sasha leading, but that thought made Nathan’s breath hitch again, for a different reason, thinking of how the fake Sasha had forced things on him so many times. “It’s just me, Nathan,” Sasha said quietly, gently, like he knew. “It’s just me.”