Asher draws Nathaniel into his lap, threading his fingers through Nathaniel's hair, grabbing a handful at the nape of Nathaniel's neck, pulling his head back gently but firmly. He dips his head, nuzzling at Nathaniel's throat.
"My Nathaniel," he whispers. "My beautiful, brave, Nathaniel."
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Date: 2009-09-20 08:57 pm (UTC)"My Nathaniel," he whispers. "My beautiful, brave, Nathaniel."