Asher watches, enraptured as he always is by Nathaniel's beauty, by the sight of him utterly undone. He thrusts hard, snarling as he fights against the seductive pull of Nathaniel's body, wanting this to last, wanting to hold on a little longer.

Why should he, though? He brushes stray strands of hair back from Nathaniel's face, looking deep into his eyes as he comes.