Ray doesn’t ask why Nate has handcuffs in his apartment – he’s sure it’s a great story, but he was promised sex and anything that doesn’t involve a mouth on his cock can wait until later. He doesn’t even mind when Nate smirks and loops one around Ray’s wrists and through the slats in his headboard before catching Ray’s other wrist and doing the same.
The metal is cold and it’ll chafe, but knowing that doesn’t stop Ray from tugging at them in desperation when Nate starts to suck him off, tongue teasing against the crown of Ray’s cock. His fingers touch just light enough to hold Ray in place, pin him to the bed and keep him from arching up into Nate’s mouth, no matter how hard he struggles and begs for more.
It’s one of those things he files away for later (Nate + Handcuffs = Cocktease) but then Nate is swallowing Ray down and taking him to the back of his throat with impossible ease, and Ray doesn’t care if Nate never takes them off again as long as he doesn’t stop.