Nathaniel's teeth tighten at Asher's throat for a moment as he moans softly. The slow, careful fanning of his own arousal is almost more intense than careless fucking. Nathaniel kisses up Asher's jaw to his lips, brushing a kiss over petal-soft lips.
"I'm yours," he murmurs. "I never want you -- or me -- to forget that fundamental fact."
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Date: 2009-10-17 05:35 pm (UTC)"I'm yours," he murmurs. "I never want you -- or me -- to forget that fundamental fact."