Asher wordlessly coaxes Nathaniel's thighs apart, gripping his balls in one hand and twisting cruelly as he kisses Nathaniel again, stripping away the last of his worries as he loses himself in his leopard's body, the soft gasps and moans, the thrum of blood under pale skin, so close, so very fragile.

He strokes Nathaniel hard and fast, even as he twists and tugs with his other hand, alternating pain and pleasure, painpleasurepainpleasure until they bleed together.