Asher both loves and hates Nathaniel's fascination with his neck; loves, because it feels so very good. Hates, because it immediately makes him forget what he's doing, forget to concentrate on anything other than moaning, arching up, his head falling back.
His nails bite into pale skin as he clutches at Nathaniel, his hips moving a little harder, pushing up into Nathaniel.
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Date: 2009-09-25 10:07 pm (UTC)His nails bite into pale skin as he clutches at Nathaniel, his hips moving a little harder, pushing up into Nathaniel.