Nathaniel's cry is swallowed by the kiss, his hands balling above his head as he pushes down as Asher pushes in, the pain wonderful as it radiates through him. Pain at his neck, the pain of the kiss, the pain of the penetration, all of it coursing through him, making him pant into Asher's mouth.
This pain -- similar to so many past encounters -- was different to him. It didn't give him a momentary sense of deep shame for loving it. Asher wasn't going to fuck him and then toss a $100 bill at him and tell him to clean up. He would never had to feel used by his vampire.
Never.
He submits to the kiss, but he gives all of himself in it, all that he is as he welcomes Asher into him. It was the best pain he'd ever been given, and it wasn't even over yet.
no subject
This pain -- similar to so many past encounters -- was different to him. It didn't give him a momentary sense of deep shame for loving it. Asher wasn't going to fuck him and then toss a $100 bill at him and tell him to clean up. He would never had to feel used by his vampire.
Never.
He submits to the kiss, but he gives all of himself in it, all that he is as he welcomes Asher into him. It was the best pain he'd ever been given, and it wasn't even over yet.