Pulling off suddenly, Nathaniel pants over Asher's abandoned cock, eyes burning with their own feral need. He can see the position, the invitation that is eagerly given. How many times had he done the exact same thing, and he's pretty sure Asher wants what it is he does in those moments.

Nathaniel sits back on his knees, beginning to see Asher in a slightly different light. He considers for a moment, and then sucks his finger into his mouth, wetting it liberally. He leans over Asher, bracing himself with one hand while the other went questing between Asher's legs.

As he looks down into Asher's face, he gives a tentative, teasing brush of his damp finger over his vampire's opening. Cat eyes watch curiously, intently, and he presses a little more firmly the second time his finger moves along those tight muscles.