Nathaniel cries out into Asher's mouth, his arms straining against the cuffs for a moment as burning pain lances through him. It radiates from his chest, and after a breath, he moans, sagging in his bonds. Another quiet moan rumbles up out of him, and he feels his cock twitch.

Two months ago, this wouldn't have remotely been as intense for him, but so long away from Narcissus in Chains, away from BDSM in general, and the fact that he's so very much in love, it makes a simple piercing of his nipple overwhelmingly arousing. He wants to reach for Asher, but because he can't, he makes that kiss count for all he's worth.