"Whatever you want," Nathan finds himself saying when his shirt comes off over his head and his glasses hit the nightstand — like he's talking to himself, which he might as well be. "Don't think about it like should, or shouldn't. Don't think. Don't fucking try and figure it out. Come on. You can keep your shirt on."
Or, the one with the ass-backwards sex choking. This started as a Porn Battle Prompt Stack ficlet (prompt: "breath") but I did noooot finish it in time, so it has absolutely zero plot, character development, or... anything.
Nathan POV is the devil. Never again will I attempt it. Content notes in endnote.