Asher moans Nathaniel's name, clutching at him as he comes, spilling into Nathaniel's mouth, arching off the bed in a smooth curve. He can't think, can't do any more than gasp for breathe, tugging at Nathaniel until he has his leopard in his arms, warmth curled against him.
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Date: 2009-10-07 07:12 pm (UTC)