Ash pressed back against him, moving into Ross’ body with a little sigh. Porthos grumbled and moved across the room. Ross smirked. Clearly the dog was on board. He kept mouthing at Ash’s neck and slid his hand under Ash’s shirt.
Ash didn’t stop him. In fact, Ash whispered a soft little “Yeah” as Ross explored the flesh hidden underneath. He craned his neck, to expose more of it to Ross’ mouth and stretched so Ross could have more access. Ross loved that. Ash had always done that, offered himself up like that. It was good to know some things didn’t change.