Asher shudders, pushing his throat against Nathaniel's teeth, daring him to draw blood. He loves this, lives for this connection, this closeness. His hands slide over Nathaniel's ass, tugging him closer, forcing him to move faster, harder, as his fingers rub circles around Nathaniel's entrance, feeling the point where their bodies are joined.
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Date: 2009-10-20 01:23 pm (UTC)