"Your memory's good; you can remind me later... in bed," Nathan said with amusement, leaning in to lightly bite at Ofdensen's neck. His hands eventually ventured south and he wrapped one around Ofdensen's cock, picking up where he'd left off before the shower.

"You know. We've known each other for—how many years," he said vaguely. It was a rhetorical question, a lead in for something he'd been wanting to ask about.