Asher chuckles around Nathaniel, sucking greedily upon him, scratching his nails down the insides of Nat's thighs. He's playing, now, releasing Nathaniel's sex to trail his lips in the wake of his scratches, sucking reddened marks along the soft skin of Nathaniel's thigh, behind his knee, letting his fangs scrape here and there as his mouth moves slowly south, tongue circling his ankle bone.