Asher draws away from Nathaniel's neck, panting softly, trembling himself with the need to come.
"I want to feel you," he whispers, brushing his lips against Nathaniel's, punctuating his words with a slow grind of his hips, arching up in the bath, the cooling water lapping at their chests.
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Date: 2009-09-29 12:04 pm (UTC)"I want to feel you," he whispers, brushing his lips against Nathaniel's, punctuating his words with a slow grind of his hips, arching up in the bath, the cooling water lapping at their chests.