"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.
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Date: 2009-08-05 11:52 am (UTC)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.