So when he saw that Ashton remained silent even after he had finished applying the ointment, he decided to take matters into his own hands. Ashton's bed was only made for one person, and it was stuck against the wall to leave as much space as possible in the room.
It was perfect, he thought. He pushed him gently against the wall and lay down on his bed on his back. Not feeling any more discomfort due to his wounds, he smiled at him and motioned for him to settle next to him; his left side, not having been touched by the spell, Ashton wouldn't hurt him there.
His single bed left them no choice but to be intimate, and after some hesitation, Ashton finally lay down next to Nolan, trying to keep a little distance between them. But Nolan then put his arm around his waist and pressed him against his body.
Ashton let himself go, wondering if he was dreaming or not, and Nolan then started the conversation, caressing his waist from time to time.
