"I..." Nathaniel moans. "I just... wanted you to know. You said it was yours..."
He can't promise Damian wouldn't trespass there, but that is neither here nor there at the moment.
Nathaniel leans in and nibbles at Asher's neck. Nothing with Asher is ever what he expects. He'd expected Asher to wake, feed, hurt him, take him, remind him who owned him... he hadn't expected this.
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Date: 2009-10-16 01:27 pm (UTC)He can't promise Damian wouldn't trespass there, but that is neither here nor there at the moment.
Nathaniel leans in and nibbles at Asher's neck. Nothing with Asher is ever what he expects. He'd expected Asher to wake, feed, hurt him, take him, remind him who owned him... he hadn't expected this.
He hadn't expected tenderness.