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Nathaniel's been sleeping a lot.

He's not really quite sure how much time has actually passed, but he thinks he remembers seeing Asher awake at least three times. It could have all been in one night, it could have been three different nights. He isn't sure. Any attempt to pull him from blissful sleep has been met with solid resistance and a determined mind to go back to sleep. Save for a handful of bathroom trip and some drinks of water, Nathaniel has simply stayed curled up in bed.

But now, Asher is being insistent. Nathaniel pries his eyes open and looks at his vampire, blinking several times. He swallows, unsticking his tongue from the roof of his mouth, and licks his lips.

"I'm tired," he murmurs, voice husky with sleep.

Tired might have something to do with little food or water and a great big dollop of depression, but he tries not to be bitchy about anything. Nathaniel shifts in bed, drawing his knees up to his chest, and stares at Asher, trying to not think about Anita.

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"Do you need more?" Asher asks, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down Nathaniel's throat, nuzzling the hollow where his collarbones meet.

"Or can I take you now?"

"Now," Nathaniel whispers as he exposes more of his throat to Asher.

All he wants, right now, is Asher, and he doesn't need anything more to prepare him for that. He reaches between them to stroke Asher's cock again, swiping his thumb over the tip with a moan.

Asher pulls his hand free slowly, grasping Nathaniel's hips, pulling him close, the head of his cock nudging Nathaniel's entrance.

Nathaniel's fingers tangle in Asher's hair, and he brings their lips together as he feels the touch of Asher's sex against him. He lowers himself, moving slowly and carefully. Without lube, it was a little more tricky, but Nathaniel works himself down Asher, the friction of their joining pulling a moan from him as he kisses Asher again and again.

As he settles in Asher's lap once more, Nathaniel realizes just how much he's missed this. Days of moping in bed, of Asher's care and patience, but this makes all the melancholy disappear. The only thought he has is of Asher and their lovemaking, and he doesn't mind that one bit.

Asher groans, kissing Nathaniel back gently, again, and again, kisses without end and still he can't get enough. He slides deeper inside of Nathaniel, arms tight around him. This was his aim, after all, to make Nathaniel forget - and his own thoughts, his own worries, seem far less urgent.

Nathaniel's hands move over Asher's shoulders and chest, the soft sound of water sloshing with the gentle rise and fall of his body on Asher's lap. His lips trail over Asher's face, kissing cheeks, nose, chin, until he ducks down and begins to kiss and suckle at Asher's throat once more. Nathaniel is continuously drawn to Asher's neck, and he groans against the skin there, nipping as he shudders against his vampire.

Asher both loves and hates Nathaniel's fascination with his neck; loves, because it feels so very good. Hates, because it immediately makes him forget what he's doing, forget to concentrate on anything other than moaning, arching up, his head falling back.

His nails bite into pale skin as he clutches at Nathaniel, his hips moving a little harder, pushing up into Nathaniel.

"Ah!" Nathaniel cries out against Asher's throat. Heat courses through him as they move together, and he lifts his head to kiss Asher's lips again.

"I like your neck," he whispers between kisses. "I like making you forget yourself and just feel."

To make his point, he ducks down and presses teeth to the bruise he'd already left behind while squeezing the muscles of his backside around Asher.

Shuddering, Asher gasps quietly, his nails scoring lines down Nathaniel's asscheeks.

"And you do so far too easily," he murmurs roughly, his eyes closed.

Nathaniel laughs softly, though the laugh becomes a moan as Asher's nails leave stinging ribbons in their wake. "Only when we make love," he murmurs against Asher's ear.

"Of course," Asher murmurs, turning his head a little, nipping Nathaniel's ear. "Is there any better time to make me forget myself?"

The leopard shudders, his rocking motions keeping Asher deep within him. "No," he whispers, tilting his head to expose eat and throat. "It's the best time."

He bites gently at Nathaniel's throat, his nails scoring lines down Nathaniel's back in counterpoint, Asher arching his hips as best he can to push deeper into Nathaniel.

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.

Asher moans against Nathaniel's throat, his fangs scraping, gently, again and again, finally biting down. He knows he shouldn't take much more, but Nathaniel tastes, smells, feels so very good. He drinks of Nathaniel, winding one hand tight in auburn tresses, squeaking with water as he grips tight, pulls Nathaniel's head back, his neck a taut line against Asher's lips.

Even if he shouldn't take more, Nathaniel does nothing to stop Asher. He likes feeding his vampire, he enjoys the feeling far too much to end it.

The pain of fangs in his flesh causes another soft cry to leave Nathaniel's lips, echo off the tile in the room. He closes his eyes, relishes the pain in his neck and head from his hair being pulled like that. Nathaniel moves as best he can to bring Asher pleasure while his hand continue to pump himself. It all feels wonderful, too good, and Nathaniel lets himself be carrier away on it until he's trembling in Asher's lap, so close to coming that his balls actually ache.

Edited 2009-09-29 11:17 (UTC)

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.

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.

Asher slides his arms around Nathaniel, supporting him, holding him close. The scent of Nathaniel's release, the soft cry, the feel of him in Asher's arms, are too much for him to resist.

Pushing deep into Nathaniel, he muffles a kiss against his leopard's throat, water sloshing over the side of the tub as he trembles and finally lies still.

Nathaniel rests heavily against Asher, his arms wrapped around his vampire's neck, nose buried against perfect skin. He presses lazy kisses to what he can reach without moving his head, eyes closed as he shivers, his heart still racing.

"I think we should take baths more often," Nathaniel murmurs. "I like baths with you."

"I think we would not get very clean," he points out, smiling as he kisses Nathaniel's throat, his shoulder, smoothing hands over wet skin.

"We've been sitting the water enough for me to prune," Nathaniel says. "I think that counts as getting clean, doesn't it?"

Asher laughs.

"Lean back, cher," he whispers, supporting Nathaniel's shoulders as his lover obeys, dropping him back until the water laps around his hairline, covers his ears for a moment. He lifts Nat back up again, reaches for the shampoo, pouring a generous amount in to his palm.

Nathaniel smiles at him, an expression sorely missing over the past few days.

"You're going to wash me now?" he asks, actually surprised.

"If you do not mind," Asher murmurs, coaxing Nathaniel to turn around, gathering a handful of hair and working the shampoo into the long strands.