Nathaniel shivers in Asher's lap, a soft, pleasure sound rumbling up and out of him. The gentle words, the tender touch such wonderful contrasts to the firm hand in his hair. His hands press to Asher's stomach as he closes his eyes.
"Do you still want me for your pomme de sang?" he breathes, heart beating just a little faster as he asks.
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Date: 2009-09-20 09:02 pm (UTC)"Do you still want me for your pomme de sang?" he breathes, heart beating just a little faster as he asks.