Asher smiles, kneading Nathaniel's scalp with his fingertips.
"I like you smelling of me, mon chat," he murmurs, brushing his lips against the back of Nathaniel's shoulder, slowly working his way down to the ends of Nathaniel's hair, making sure his hair is thoroughly soaped.
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Date: 2009-09-29 01:56 pm (UTC)"I like you smelling of me, mon chat," he murmurs, brushing his lips against the back of Nathaniel's shoulder, slowly working his way down to the ends of Nathaniel's hair, making sure his hair is thoroughly soaped.