Nathaniel pulls back enough to take off his shirt, bringing Asher's hands to his hips, to hold him, touch him. He flicks his hair over one shoulder and leans down, hovering over Asher's lips.
"The blood of a heroin-addicted mortal couldn't have satisfied you, even if you loved me," he murmurs. "I want to make up for that."
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Date: 2009-08-05 10:37 am (UTC)Nathaniel pulls back enough to take off his shirt, bringing Asher's hands to his hips, to hold him, touch him. He flicks his hair over one shoulder and leans down, hovering over Asher's lips.
"The blood of a heroin-addicted mortal couldn't have satisfied you, even if you loved me," he murmurs. "I want to make up for that."