Too often, Nathaniel has been made to beg with nothing but sick intent behind it. And he's certain, when Asher was Belle's, he'd been made to beg as well. Begging, Nathaniel decides, is not something that should be between them.
He pulls back, grabbing the lube again, squirting more onto the fingers he withdraws from Asher's body. The gray eyes remain, pupils slightly elongated, and he takes a moment to just... stare... at Asher's body while he slicks himself.
"You really are perfect," he murmurs, the eyes trailing over every valley, every angle. Asher was perfection, beautiful in all respects, and it captivates Nathaniel for a moment.
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Date: 2009-08-05 01:45 pm (UTC)He pulls back, grabbing the lube again, squirting more onto the fingers he withdraws from Asher's body. The gray eyes remain, pupils slightly elongated, and he takes a moment to just... stare... at Asher's body while he slicks himself.
"You really are perfect," he murmurs, the eyes trailing over every valley, every angle. Asher was perfection, beautiful in all respects, and it captivates Nathaniel for a moment.