Asher loves this, loves how responsive Nathaniel is. Even without the blindfold, he loves to take his leopard apart, piece by piece, and tonight seems even easier. He slowly retraces his route, working his way back up, brushing his lips against pulsepoints, the soft patches of skin usually hidden under clothing, in the bends of joints, spending time on each one.

Eventually he reaches Nathaniel's throat, kissing his lips softly, Asher's eyes bleeding pale with need, for blood, for Nathaniel. He is eager to mark him though, his fingers slowly tugging the knot in the blindfold loose.

He ducks his head, nuzzling Nathaniel's throat for a moment, before biting down. Normally he would draw out the feeding more, but tonight, it's a means to an end.