Asher slides in, his arm over Nathaniel's waist, nuzzling at Nathaniel's hair until his nose brushes warm skin, his face pressed to the back of his leopard's neck, breathing in the musk of his skin, the soft scent of vanilla that clings to him.
He is content, sighing softly as he draws Nathaniel closer, cradling the young man in his arms.
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Date: 2009-09-01 07:40 pm (UTC)He is content, sighing softly as he draws Nathaniel closer, cradling the young man in his arms.