"Then," he murmurs, zeroing in on one portion of Asher's throat, "I think we may have a problem and I should go sleep with Jason until you're hungry again."

Nathaniel smirks as he sucks fiercely on that spot he's been biting and licking, moving against Asher slowly. It gives him a deep sense of pleasure that he can do this to Asher, that he can make him hard with kisses and touches, that it's him, nothing else.

Just him.