Nathaniel cries out, thighs tensing as desire unfurls inside of him rapidly. Pleasure spikes at the teasing of his nipple, the irritated skin from the silver smarting and then out-right stinging from the play. His cock slowly fills, arousal warm and heavy.

"And here I was trying to be good," he whispers roughly, fingers trailing from Asher's hair down the vampire's throat. Nathaniel shudders, insanely turned on for some reason, when he feels Asher's throat work, swallow his blood.