"Hands above your head," Asher orders softly, command obvious even with the gentle tone of voice. He slides his free hand to the nape of Nathaniel's neck, the silver clasp resting between his palm and Nathaniel's skin, Asher pressing the silver more firmly against Nathaniel's skin, even as his fingers twist, pushing more roughly into Nathaniel's body, opening him up.
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Date: 2009-07-27 09:05 pm (UTC)