Really, Ash didn't mind being handled. He was so used to being told where to go and what to do; being guided there was a nice change, if anything. He held Junior close, reaching up to brush fingers through the hair on his chin as he ran through his memories.

"I don't think I have, actually," he answered honestly. "I don't think I've ever said those words to ...anyone before." He'd almost said 'to a client,' but there was a part of him that didn't want to acknowledge Junior as a client. Because Junior being a client meant that he was just like anyone else Ash had fucked, and that was categorically untrue.