Nathaniel moans, tugging lightly at Asher's hair. Pleasure builds in such a slow, perfect fashion that it almost sneaks up on him. One moment he's rocking back and forth, holding tightly to Asher, and the next he's panting, the sounds uneven and raspy. One hand leaves Asher's hair and moves between their shifting bodies, wrapping around his own cock. The next moan has a needy edge to it as Nathaniel begins to stroke himself, using his other hand to keep Asher's mouth against his throat.
Asher's intent to have him forget everything but them tonight has succeeded, because the only thought in Nathaniel's mind is the feel of Asher inside him, the smell of his vampire, and the growing pleasure between his legs.
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Date: 2009-09-29 10:03 am (UTC)Asher's intent to have him forget everything but them tonight has succeeded, because the only thought in Nathaniel's mind is the feel of Asher inside him, the smell of his vampire, and the growing pleasure between his legs.