Nathaniel kisses Asher over and over, moaning as he wantonly sets a moderate pace with his movements. He rides Asher at his own rhythm, following the gradual increase in his heart rate. When his breath grows short, his cheeks flushed, he ducks his head, biting and sucking at Asher's throat.

"You are Master," he cries out softly, shifting the angle of his hips. "You hold the power."