There is a yowl, low and eager, as Nathaniel spreads his legs wider for Asher. He's wanton on the bed, tangling his hands in the sheets, almost like being bound, and drinks in the pain.

It was so different, with someone he trusted -- truly trusted -- and he feels himself simply sinking into that liquid place where pain and pleasure were the same thing. They fed different things in him, but they felt almost identical in these moments. He arches, pushing down on the fingers that roughly pierce him, and his gray eyes open slightly to stare dazedly at Asher while his cock bobs wetly against his stomach.