"Because I need to," Asher explains softly. "Without blood, I cannot perform." He arches his hips off the bed, rubbing suggestively against Nathaniel.

He slides his hands up Nathaniel's back, then down, fingertips sliding (with a little effort) into the back of Nathaniel's sinfully tight leather pants. He likes pre-full-moon Nathaniel.

"Mmm, I can tell," he murmurs approvingly.