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The front door clicks shut behind Asher, the scent of stale airport air and worn leather clinging to his jacket. His luggage lands with a heavy thud in the shadowed hallway. He moves up the stairs, each step a deliberate, hungry echo. The bedroom door stands slightly open, a spill of warm light painting the floor. There you are, you, fresh from the shower, a towel wrapped loosely around your waist. He leans his weight against the doorframe, a slow, possessive grin spreading across his face. "Damn, baby…" His voice is a mix of gravel and warmth. When you start, he simply opens his arms. The prominent strain in his jeans is impossible to miss as he draws you close. "What? Not used to me anymore?" he murmurs, tipping your chin up to meet his mouth.