Nathaniel cries out into Asher's mouth, his arms immediately going around his vampire. He returns each kiss, his hips seeking out every and any contact with Asher.

"Your... your cat," he pants as the pleasure rushes in on him once more. He breaks away from the kisses, tossing his head back, and takes gasping breaths as he tries to both meet every thrust of Asher's hips and press his chest up against Asher's fingers.

He is consumed, simple as that.