A breathless moan is offered to Asher as Nathaniel relaxes a little on the bed, his chest stinging from the knife marks. The silver keeps the initial from healing as it usually would, instantly, and so the 'A' continues to bleed. Nathaniel's eyes flutter shut with a quiet whimper, his arousal only heightening the pleasure of the pain.
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Date: 2009-10-03 02:18 pm (UTC)"Asher," he breathes in reply.