Nathaniel opens gray eyes, the blue flecks within them bright as he stares at Asher. He smells his own blood on Asher's breath, can almost taste it in the brush of their lips. His eyes never leave Asher's icy blue gaze, his hand tightening on his cock as he feels his lover move deep. It's a very soft cry that passes between kiss-swollen lips as Nathaniel finally comes, spilling over his hand, into the water, the pleasure of climax overwhelming everything else.