Nathaniel pulls away long enough to grab the tube of lube from the nightstand drawer. While he knows what sort of court Belle Morte had, he hadn't actually thought -- when given the choice -- that Asher would bottom for anyone... save maybe Jean-Claude.
Nathaniel himself is fluid in his choice, taking the position his partner desired of him, which was more often than not the submissive one. Tonight though, with the lingering fury and the moon pulling at his beast, he doesn't question or pause anymore.
He squeezes out a dollop onto his fingers, dropping the tube to the bed as he hovers over Asher again, fingers circling before one slowly sinks in. "How long has it been?" he asks, a growl lacing his words as he feels the heat and tightness of Asher's body.
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Date: 2009-08-05 01:11 pm (UTC)Nathaniel himself is fluid in his choice, taking the position his partner desired of him, which was more often than not the submissive one. Tonight though, with the lingering fury and the moon pulling at his beast, he doesn't question or pause anymore.
He squeezes out a dollop onto his fingers, dropping the tube to the bed as he hovers over Asher again, fingers circling before one slowly sinks in. "How long has it been?" he asks, a growl lacing his words as he feels the heat and tightness of Asher's body.