"Do you know what I like most about when we make love?" Nathaniel whispers, his lips moving over Asher's chin, his fingers tilting Asher's head back. "That I can make you shudder and cry out just by doing this--"

Nathaniel's teeth scrape firmly down Asher's throat, and then he latches on, sucking at the pale skin while his hand snakes into Asher's lap. As his teeth close around flesh, not hard enough to break through, he wraps his hand around Asher's cock and strokes.