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Jason hadn't returned to the bedroom, and Nathaniel had fallen asleep in Jason's bed waiting for him through the afternoon.

His hair was loose, spread across the white sheets. He's been asleep from mid-afternoon, pleasantly dreaming, sleeping alone for the first time in quite a while.

A small step, he would say, but a step nevertheless.

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"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.

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