"It is not a problem, mon chat," Asher murmurs, any possible annoyance at waking alone dispelled by how utterly edible Nathaniel looks, sleepy and rumpled.
He crosses the room, sitting down at Nathaniel's hip, pale fingers diving into auburn hair, holding him still as Asher kisses him slowly.
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Date: 2009-07-06 11:01 pm (UTC)He crosses the room, sitting down at Nathaniel's hip, pale fingers diving into auburn hair, holding him still as Asher kisses him slowly.