"Ah!" Nathaniel cries out against Asher's throat. Heat courses through him as they move together, and he lifts his head to kiss Asher's lips again.

"I like your neck," he whispers between kisses. "I like making you forget yourself and just feel."

To make his point, he ducks down and presses teeth to the bruise he'd already left behind while squeezing the muscles of his backside around Asher.