Nathaniel's hands tighten in Asher's hair, gasping softly. He wants to sit back against that finger, take more inside, but he also wants to arch his chest, bring Asher's mouth to his pierced nipple. It's not hard for him to turn all his attention to Asher, to the way his body shudders and trembles, rocks and seeks, wanting more -- wanting anything more.

"You'll drive me crazy," Nathaniel mewls, staring sightlessly up at the bathroom ceiling. "I used to have so much control... so much control..."

A few months with Asher and it all changes for him.