Asher gasps, too, as Nathaniel's eyes bleed to the colour of his own, a mirror of his gaze, drawing him in deeper as he binds them together. It takes him a while to pull back, to seal the marks, his hips still moving slowly, smoothly.
He bends, kissing Nathaniel fiercely, cupping his face in both hands.
"Parfait," he whispers between kisses, "mon joli chat."
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Date: 2009-08-30 09:53 pm (UTC)He bends, kissing Nathaniel fiercely, cupping his face in both hands.
"Parfait," he whispers between kisses, "mon joli chat."