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[nathaniel_kitten]

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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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.

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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.

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

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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.

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

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

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Nathaniel laughs against Asher's throat, breath huffing softly against the damp skin.

"Wouldn't want that," he whispers, licking broadly up Asher's neck a final time.

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"Indeed not," Asher breathes, grinning a little. He slides a hand between them, slender fingers warmed by Nathaniel's blood, wrapping around both their cocks, slowly stroking them together.

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A strangled moan leaves Nathaniel, and he tilts his head back as he presses his hips up. It was still taking some getting used to, sex without the need to be hurt, to be abused, to do as ordered and take what pleasure he could from whatever was done.

The warm, hard slide of Asher against him is sweet ecstasy, and Nathaniel rights his head, staring up at Asher with gray eyes flecked with blue as his beast rolls and stretches inside him.

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Asher's eyes have bled pale with pleasure, an icy blue as he watches Nathaniel, drinking in the reactions he can coax from his leopard with just a touch, a soft caress of fingers.

"Do you need pain, mon chat?" Asher tightens his grip, shuddering as he treads the fine tightrope between pain and pleasure, his teeth bared slightly.

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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.

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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?"

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.