Asher growls playfully, sliding his hand up Nathaniel's thigh, rubbing over the scar that he's sure is almost permanent by now.
"Mine," he murmurs, tugging Nathaniel's hair, making him lean back, tilt his head back, as Asher carefully pours cupped handfuls of water over his hair, washing the soap out.
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Date: 2009-09-29 02:03 pm (UTC)"Mine," he murmurs, tugging Nathaniel's hair, making him lean back, tilt his head back, as Asher carefully pours cupped handfuls of water over his hair, washing the soap out.