He shudders, closing his eyes for a moment. There is always that momentary thrill of fear when he's bound -- no matter who he's with -- but it dissipates quickly. He opens his eyes again and stares at Asher. Nathaniel likes how Asher looks at him, how he touches him, and he knows those looks and touches are for him, are his.

A sigh leaves his lips, a slight smile curving them, and he watches Asher move about. He already craves another touch, but he behaves and remains still and quiet.