Asher slides his hands over Nathaniel's ass, tugging him closer, heat and hardness shocking against cool skin.

He kisses and nips playfully in turn, working his way down Nathaniel's throat. His hands slide around, over Nathaniel's hips and thighs, in, until his thumb presses down on the mark he'd left on Nathaniel's inner thigh.

"I do not wish to feed from your neck, mon chat."