Nathaniel's teeth tighten dangerously as Asher's nails scratch down his back, another growl pulled from him. The hand not tangled in Asher hand falls into his own lap, wraps around his own cock, and he pumps himself in counterpoint to the rhythm of Asher moving in and out of him. It doesn't occur to Nathaniel just yet that he's taking, not being taken, but all that's bright in his mind at the moment is how damned good the whole thing feels, and how wonderful Asher tastes and sounds.
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Date: 2009-10-18 09:49 pm (UTC)