Nathaniel forgets briefly about the hard flesh in his hand, focusing entirely on that barely-there penetration. He lets his head loll back, auburn hair pooling in the warm water.
"Asher," he whispers, trying to force more of Asher's finger into him with a shift of his hips.
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Date: 2009-09-23 10:05 pm (UTC)"Asher," he whispers, trying to force more of Asher's finger into him with a shift of his hips.