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"Not with you," he pants, giving a weak whine when Asher's grip becomes firmer. "I don't need it with you."

Didn't mean he didn't want it, only that it wasn't necessary like it used to be.

Asher leans close, slackening his grip.

"Perhaps I should rephrase..." he purrs, drawing Nathaniel's earlobe into his mouth, sucking gently, his fangs delicately scraping soft skin.

"Do you want pain?"

Nathaniel closes his eyes, a desperate mewl leaving his throat as he thrusts against Asher in the wake of that loosened grip.

"Yes," he whispers. "I want pain."

Even the thought of being given pain by Asher is enough to make him feel even harder, his groin aching slightly.

Edited 2009-07-20 20:55 (UTC)

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.

Edited 2009-07-21 22:27 (UTC)

Nathaniel writhes and cries out, his feet braced against the bed and his toes curling in the sheets. It's so much. What is done is simple, but it's intense and unrelenting. One bright sensation that makes his nerves scream and his throat works to voice everything at once.

The leopard is vocal, he squirms as he cries out, and each time Asher kisses him, he tastes a little more blood between their lips. The volume of his moans and yowls increase, and there is more of a growl to them as his limbs twitch and pleasure pools heavy in his groin. Even as the cat inside him makes itself well known in scratches and mewls, Nathaniel keeps control, his body kept in check, though just barely.

Asher adores the sounds he can wring from Nathaniel, the more catlike sounds all the more enticing for the slipping grasp Nathaniel has on his self-control.

Releasing Nathaniel's sex, Asher trails his fingertips up Nat's front, curling the tips of his fingers to scrape nails across pale skin.

"Take them into your mouth," he commands, kneeling between Nathaniel's thighs, calm despite the thrum of Nathaniel's blood under his skin, flush in his cheeks, across the hollow of his throat, his cock hanging thick and flushed, jutting out from his body.

Nathaniel parts his lips to accept Asher's fingers while the red ribbons appear on his skin. It was a sweet sting. Deep cuts might hurt, but there was nothing like shallow scratches on flesh. It was stinging, burning unlike any other pain short of silver placed on his body.

He closes his eyes as he concentrates on the sting of the scratches and the fingers in his mouth. Nathaniel licks and sucks, wetting them heavily while imitating what he would otherwise do to Asher's cock.

Asher moans, gently pushing his fingers into Nathaniel's mouth, deeper, his hips nudging forward reflexively.

Slowly he draws his fingers back, moving them lower, inch by inch, sliding them roughly into Nathaniel's body. He starts with two, giving Nathaniel no time to adjust, forcing him to take his fingers.

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.

"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.

Immediately, Nathaniel complies, his hands going above his head as the bombardment of sensation causes him to cry out again. The clasp's burn becomes more acute, and Nathaniel's head becomes that lightheaded fog of delight as he submits wholly to his vampire.

Perfection, he thinks. Asher was perfection, even when the vampire hadn't been physically so, and Nathaniel's opinion is cemented in that moment.

"Parfait," Asher whispers, his thoughts running along similar lines to Nathaniel's. The reactions from Nat, the way he opens up so fully, so easily, never fail to astonish Asher.

He pulls his fingers free of Nathaniel's body, his other hand still at the nape of Nat's neck as he shifts, thrusting smoothly into Nathaniel, crushing his lips against his leopard's.

Nathaniel's cry is swallowed by the kiss, his hands balling above his head as he pushes down as Asher pushes in, the pain wonderful as it radiates through him. Pain at his neck, the pain of the kiss, the pain of the penetration, all of it coursing through him, making him pant into Asher's mouth.

This pain -- similar to so many past encounters -- was different to him. It didn't give him a momentary sense of deep shame for loving it. Asher wasn't going to fuck him and then toss a $100 bill at him and tell him to clean up. He would never had to feel used by his vampire.

Never.

He submits to the kiss, but he gives all of himself in it, all that he is as he welcomes Asher into him. It was the best pain he'd ever been given, and it wasn't even over yet.

Asher nips gently at Nathaniel's lips, tongue flicking out as he draws blood, drinking Nat down as he thrusts his hips forward, not holding back, revelling in the way Nathaniel opens around him, submits perfectly, and so very beautifully.

It was all so much, so big and bright to Nathaniel, and his sounds are decidedly feral as he meets Asher thrust for thrust. The blood mingled in their kiss makes his beast roll and stretch, his eyes shifting just a little more, pupils becoming slit-like as their bodies move together.

It's fast and hard, his body rocked by Asher's strength, and he simply takes it, absorbs it, allows it to fuel his own arousal. The pleasure courses through him, alongside the pain, and his cock twitches between them eagerly.

Asher slides a hand between them, stroking Nathaniel roughly, kissing the mewls and growls from Nathaniel's lips.

"Come, mon chat," he purrs into the kiss, his eyes pale, pupils shrunk to pinpricks, lost in icy blue.

At the command, his body obeys.

Nathaniel throws his head back as his whole body tenses for a silent moment, and then he trembles, a strangled sound pulled from his throat as climax steals thought and sense from him. He forces himself to right his head mid-orgasm, eyes seeking Asher's, watching as pleasure continues to rush through him, caught by his vampire's beautiful gaze.

Asher watches, enraptured as he always is by Nathaniel's beauty, by the sight of him utterly undone. He thrusts hard, snarling as he fights against the seductive pull of Nathaniel's body, wanting this to last, wanting to hold on a little longer.

Why should he, though? He brushes stray strands of hair back from Nathaniel's face, looking deep into his eyes as he comes.

Nathaniel stares, watching, panting. He shivers at the wet warmth he feels within him, but he doesn't move his hands from above his head. He does tilt his head enough to kiss the inside of his vampire's wrist, though his eyes never leave Asher's.

As the heat of pleasure begins to cool, his eyes slowly bleed from cat-like gray back to lilac. His chest tightens, fills with so much love for Asher, but what words he would whisper are caught in his throat. But they are there in his eyes, as clear as day, for Asher to see.

Nathaniel withholds nothing from his vampire, giving him everything he possibly can.

Asher bows his head, resting his forehead against Nathaniel's, eyelids falling closed, hiding bright blue. He's breathing softly, heart thudding still as he comes down.

"Mon jolie chat," he murmurs, brushing a kiss across Nathaniel's lips. "What I did to deserve you, I do not know. I cannot regret it, though." He smiles gently.

Regardless of not being told he may, Nathaniel moves his hands so he can thread his fingers through Asher's hair.

He smiles against Asher's lips. "Funny, I was thinking the same thing of you," he murmurs. Nathaniel kisses Asher slowly, softly, and then whispers, "I love you," the words at home on his tongue, especially after the intensity of their lovemaking.

Whatever either of them had done to deserve the other, Nathaniel's glad for it.

Asher merely kisses Nathaniel in reply, the emotion there even if he doesn't say it. He sighs happily, leaning towards Nathaniel's soft touches, melting a little more at the stroke of fingers through his hair.

Nathaniel chuckles, the sound a little rough from his throat, then he begins to purr. Happiness, contentment, and warmth simply radiate off the leopard in waves as he pets his lover.

"Now I'm too tired for that shower," he teases, continuing to purr even during the words, giving them an odd, trilling lilt.

Asher smiles, closing his eyes, resting his cheek on Nathaniel's shoulder, positively snuggling against him.

"Later," he murmurs, sighing happily, his fingers stroking up and down Nathaniel's side as he sprawls against his leopard, covering him like a blanket. "I do not feel like moving just yet."

The smiles he gives the ceiling is simply blissful.

"I don't want you to move yet," he says, content to remain a sweaty, sticky mess. "I like where you are."

He smelled of Asher, through and through, and he wasn't really looking to even dampen that scent. The shower could wait.

The whole damn world could wait, as far as Nathaniel was concerned.

He was happy.