"Asher!" he cries out, shuddering as he pushes his chest up against Asher's mouth. His sensitive, aching nipple causes shivers of pleasure to rush through him. Nathaniel's mind swims with the sensation, a sensation made that much more by the loss of his sight.
He moans, squirming on the bed, hips arching up towards Asher. Warmth spreads through him while the silver burns slightly in his skin. Asher has pierced him, marked him, and he'd feel that mark every day. It is satisfying and wonderful and pulls a whimper from his throat.
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Date: 2009-08-29 10:03 pm (UTC)He moans, squirming on the bed, hips arching up towards Asher. Warmth spreads through him while the silver burns slightly in his skin. Asher has pierced him, marked him, and he'd feel that mark every day. It is satisfying and wonderful and pulls a whimper from his throat.