nathaniel_kitten | Asher's Room

Asher's Room

Nathaniel had returned at dawn to find Asher in bed, his hand extended to his empty side of the bed. He'd stood there, smiling. After indulging his desire to drink in every inch of Asher's body, Nathaniel headed into the bathroom, cleaning himself as thoroughly as possible. There's no way he can rid himself of Moon's and Jason's scents utterly, but he doesn't think he really needs to.

Clean, dry, and his hair braided, Nathaniel had crawled into bed with Asher, cuddling close to the cool flesh of his lover. Within minutes, he'd fallen asleep, snuggled under the blankets with his vampire, sated, content, and rather happy.

And it's how Asher will find him with the master vampire wakes for the night, Nathaniel still curled against his side, relaxed and sleeping peacefully.

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Oh, look.

Nathaniel can still flush.

"Yes. I did." He cranes his neck to press his lips to Asher's briefly. "And rest assured, mon vampire chevalier, my ass is still exclusively yours."

For the time being, but he doesn't see any reason to say that aloud.

Asher grins, not letting Nat get away with just a soft peck. He kisses Nathaniel slowly, thoroughly, kissing just for the sake of kissing.

Nathaniel threads his fingers into Asher's hair, purring. There really is nothing like this, being the focus of Asher's emotions, having the vampire's full attention. It doesn't matter what he did the night before, this is what eclipses his mind. He begins to purr as his tongue slides along Asher's, teases sharp teeth with careful skill.

Asher chuckles at the soft purr, running his fingers through Nathaniel's hair, careful to keep the kiss soft enough to save Nathaniel's tongue from being pricked by his fangs.

Nathaniel leaves Asher's mouth, his tongue and teeth making their way down Asher's throat. He growls softly, pushing Asher back, flat against the bed, and rolls atop him as his mouth teases his vampire's neck. A slight test, though he isn't fully aware of it, to see if Asher will fight for control, wrest the slight dominance from Nathaniel and reverse their positions.

Asher just smiles at that playful growl, allowing Nathaniel to take the lead, for now. He slides his hands over warm skin, touching as much as he can reach.

He lifts his head and looks at Asher, brushing his lips over his vampire's.

"I amuse you more often than not, don't I?" he asks softly.

"You amuse me, sometimes," Asher murmurs. "You arouse m, you infuriate me..." He slides his hands sloooowly down Nathaniel's spine, kissing him softly. "You do many things to me, cher."

Nathaniel shivers stop Asher, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he presses up into those hands.

"I infuriate you?" he breathes. "I don't mean to..."

Asher's fingers slide lower, stroking over Nathaniel's entrance, teasing him.

"Only sometimes," he murmurs, "and never intentionally." He smiles, kissing Nathaniel's throat.

Nathaniel gasps, opening his eyes to stare down at Asher as those fingers tease.

"He didn't go there, Asher," he says seriously.

Oddly, Nathaniel's not certain he would have felt comfortable with Jason fucking him.

Asher lifts one hand to cup Nathaniel's face, stroking softly.

"I know, cher. I was not touching you for that reason," he murmurs, his fingers curling with a little more purpose, the tips slipping inside.

"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.

He hadn't expected tenderness.

"I know you would never let another touch you," Asher murmurs, "not without asking me first." He slides his fingers slowly deeper, stroking and rubbing inside of Nathaniel, preparing him lazily.

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."

"Mine," Asher growls quietly, kissing Nathaniel, his fingers stroking slowly, feeling Nathaniel slowly relax around them.

Nathaniel stares down at Asher through his lashes, shuddering each time those fingers move just perfectly.

"I like how you say that," he breathes against Asher's lips. "I like how it makes me feel."

Asher kisses Nathaniel hungrily, twisting his fingers.

"Good. Because I like saying it, mon chat," he purrs, rolling them over in one smooth movement.

He loves that he doesn't have to worry about Nathaniel having fed anyone else, that he has first dibs, as it were, on Nathaniel's sweet blood. Sliding eagerly down Nat's body, he kisses the inside of his thigh, over his bitemark, moaning softly.

"You smell divine," he breathes.

Nathaniel practically squirms, knowing what's coming. The pain is nothing now, savored as part of the whole act, and he stares down with dilated eyes at Asher. His sex is thick from all the playing and kissing, and his lips tingle from the kiss. His legs spread, his breath hitches as Asher nuzzles the mark.

"I bathed," he pants.

He would never crawl into bed beside Asher smelling of anyone else as much as he can help.

Asher shakes his head.

"Non, cher it is not the scent of your soap." He nuzzles the inside of Nathaniel's thigh, pins him down with one hand sliding over his knee. "It is the scent of you."

There's a gasp as he feels the strength of Asher holding him in place.

"And it pleases you?"

"Always," Asher breathes, kissing the mark on Nathaniel's thigh, sucking gently, worrying at the flesh.

He squirms a little, moaning softly.

"You never do what I expect," he whispers, the skin heating, his whole body anticipating.

Asher lifts his head, fangs slowly extending.

"Oh?" He asks. "And what did you expect?"

Lavender eyes focus on those fangs, his breath catching.

"I thought you would be... vicious with me," he whispers. "Feed and then fuck me without anything... remind me to whom I belong..."

It's still so very hard for him to accept such sweetness from his Master. Gabriel had very rarely offered him sweetness, and usually only after such terrible pain.

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