nathaniel_kitten | (no subject)

Asher shudders harder, moaning softly.

"First," he murmurs, a little huskily, "to taste your blood. Then," he manages to smirk. "To taste your flesh."

He likes making Asher moan, shudder, bring that huskiness to his voice.

Loves it.

Nathaniel bites firmly at Asher's pulse, just shy of breaking skin.

"Just a taste?"

Asher bares his throat, eyes sliding closed. His neck, sensitive even before he was turned - or so Belle delighted in telling him, insisting he was born to be a vampire - is now almost unbearably so. Had he fed, he would be achingly hard. As it is, pleasure races through him, nerves singing with it, his hands clutching tightly at Nathaniel.

"Perhaps more than a taste."

"Far be it from me to deny such a pretty request."

And here his hair is perfectly pulled back from his throat.

Asher may not be physically hard, but Nathaniel is, and he shifts so he can straddle Asher, rub against him like the cat he is while he nips and sucks playfully at his vampire's throat.

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."

Nathaniel shudders, eyes gone smokey violet while his cheeks flush.

"Yes," he whispers, licking at Asher's lips.

It vaguely occurs to him that, if Asher kept feeding from that same spot, he would have a permanent mark from the vampire.

Which was even better than a collar, he thinks.

Asher kisses Nathaniel, easing his leopard off his lap, stretching him out across the bed. He slides down the bed, every move fluid and elegant, hunger bleeding his eyes pale.

Nathaniel's eyes follow every movement, his thighs parting instantly for Asher. It's natural, this submission, this offering of everything he had to sate the vampire. His heart beats rapidly in anticipation, his hands moving down his own bare chest, touching along his stomach, but never touching his groin.

Asher nuzzles the inside of Nathaniel's thigh, working his way up slowly to where his mark lies, licking the raised edges of the healing wound, circling the deepest puncture marks with his tongue.

It is a tease, but one he cannot resist when it coaxes such delightful reactions from his leopard. Letting his hair fall across Nathaniel's groin, Asher holds his thigh steady, kissing the mark one last time before biting down, fangs slicing through flesh easily.

Nathaniel's hands fist the sheets, and he cries out, trying to remain still despite the pain. It makes his heart beat faster, his cock twitch beneath the blanket of gold. His eyes are half-closed as he watches Asher with parted lips, panting as the pain of the bite swirls and mixes beautiful with the arousal he feels.

As it reminds him how thoroughly he belongs to Asher now.

Asher's eyelids flutter gently, sliding shut as he feeds, slow and steady, drinking just as much for the pleasure of the bite as he does for the nourishment it provides.

He slides a hand up, covering Nathaniel's clenched fist with pale fingers, squeezing gently.

He's fed a lot of vampires since Gabriel had made him. It was always something to enhance a scene, a moment of sexual pleasure, nothing more. When Anita came along, he stopped that, feeding the vampires on in their small circle when they had need, taking little but the pleasure of the rolling in exchange.

But watching Asher, that connection of mouth to thigh -- of where he laces their hands together now -- Nathaniel feels far more. It was intimacy Asher offers him, and he smiles, moaning softly, allowing his own eyes to close as bleed flows from him to Asher. He concentrates on that, on their hands, on how wonderful it feels to be wanted beyond this.

Asher closes his eyes too, slowing his feeding, wanting this connection for as long as possible. He pulls back, bit by bit, raising his mouth from Nathaniel's thigh at last, his lips stained red with Nathaniel's blood.

Licking them clean, he slides up the bed, a soft shiver running down his spine as he presses his body against Nathaniel's, his sex rubbing against Nathaniel's hip.

Nathaniel opens his eyes, moaning softly as he pants, looking up at Asher. He likes feeling Asher hard against him, knowing he did that to his vampire. A coy smile curves his lips, and he licks a stray smudge of blood from the corner of Asher's mouth.

"Had your fill of me?" he purrs, pushing up against Asher, his own cock slick and straining.

"Never," Asher murmurs in reply, chasing Nathaniel's tongue, kissing him hungrily. He rubs against Nathaniel, his hands closing around the young leopard's wrists, pinning him to the bed as his hips twitch and grind down, their cocks aligned.

A strangled yelp rises from Nathaniel, and the slight bondage of his hands only adds to his excitement. He squirms, meeting Asher thrust for thrust, a dancer even on his back.

"Never is a long time," Nathaniel breathes. Then, he kisses his vampire, arching his neck to gain as much contact as he can from lips and groin, moaning as his tongue traces Asher's lips.

Asher's lips part against Nathaniel's, the kiss slow and seductive, fitting with the wicked twist of his hips, Asher as elegant in bed as Nathaniel is on the stage.

Nathaniel cries out, hands tightening to fists in Asher's grasp as his whole body trembles.

"You could drive someone mad in bed," he pants when that kiss concludes. Just that kiss, and he would agree to anything Asher wants, anything, just so he could be kissed like that again.

Asher smiles sadly, his voice dripping with sorrow as he murmur softly, "I have, mon chat. I have."

He kisses Nathaniel softly, sweetly, as chaste as his last kiss was seductive.

Realizing he's said something in appropriate, Nathaniel's eyes focus on Asher. The kiss is tender and innocent, gentlemanly and lovely.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, face flushing. "I shouldn't have said that."

The last thing he wants is to make Asher feel that sorrow in bed with him. The sorrow he could feel and taste, almost like a tangible thing.

Asher gently runs the tips of his fingers over Nathaniel's face, from hairline to chin.

"It matters not," he murmurs, tilting Nathaniel's chin up to kiss him again, willing the young leopard to forget.

Nathaniel is more than willing to forget the words, forget that moment, and he opens up to the kiss. He whimpers softly, moving against Asher in that innocent desire for pleasure, wanting to please as much as be pleased.

Asher moans, a shudder running down his spine as Nathaniel writhes underneath him, wicked undulation of his hips rubbing against Asher just right.

There's a faint curving of his lips into their kisses, a satisfied warmth at making Asher moan. Finally, he leaves Asher's lips, his own tailing over the vampire's jaw and down his throat. He knows what turns Asher on the most, and he sets to exploiting that, nipping and sucking at the pale, warm throat.

Asher cries out softly, his hips jerking against Nathaniel's.

"Keep that up, cher, and this will be over very quickly," he mutters.