There is only the softest of whimpers when teeth pierce his throat. Nathaniel has grown used to the pain Asher's bite gives with no magic to buffer it. He closes his eyes, relishing the sensation of Asher's mouth against his throat, and shifts in the water.
"I'll eat if you promise to start feeding from me again," Nathaniel whispers, fingers carding through Asher's hair.
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Date: 2009-09-23 06:49 pm (UTC)"I'll eat if you promise to start feeding from me again," Nathaniel whispers, fingers carding through Asher's hair.