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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Nathaniel devours each kiss, selfishly suckling at Asher's tongue, tasting himself there. Copper and heat. He leaves Asher's mouth after a moment, lips trailing down, ghosting over Asher's throat.

"I'll give you all of me, Asher, if you ever ask me for it," he whispers, and then bites, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to bruise.

Asher gasps softly, shuddering as Nathaniel bites him, arching his neck.

"I will never ask for more than you can give, mon chat," he murmurs. "And nothing I will not give in return."

His tongue traces the imprint of his teeth as he arches against Asher. Nathaniel sucks and nips his way to the other side of Asher's throat.

"I love you," he breathes, and then bites again, this time tasting just a hint of copper as his tongue sweeps over the mark.

"Je t'aime," Asher murmurs, grinding his hips against Nathaniel's as he feels his leopard's teeth break skin. He loves this, loves when Nathaniel takes his own initiative.

It is something Asher is carefully cultivating, never moving Nathaniel faster than Nathaniel is comfortable moving. Little moments of assurance that lead to bigger moments.

As he feels the evidence of Asher's arousal, Nathaniel growls, using his weight to reverse their positions. He stares down at Asher, a curtain of copper surrounding them, and he thrust lightly against him.

Asher groans, his hands moving to Nathaniel's hips, encouraging him to move more, to grind against him.

"I want you to ride me," he murmurs.

Nathaniel does just as Asher's hands urge him to do. He presses himself to Asher forcefully, rubbing against him with a shudder and moan. His cock twitches when Asher says those words. Nathaniel kisses Asher, tongue thrust between perfect lips, caught up for the moment in the simplicity of grinding himself against Asher's body.

When his lungs ache, he pulls back, panting, and reaches over to the bedside table. He grabs the bottle of lube, flicking his long hair over his shoulder, letting it drape over Asher's body. Nathaniel slicks his fingers while he straddles Asher's hips, and then reaches behind himself, two fingers plunging into himself with a moan, his eyes closing briefly.

"Yes, cher," Asher murmurs, wetting his lips as he watches Nathaniel prepare himself. He slides his hands up and down Nathaniel's thighs, shivering at the sweep of auburn hair across his stomach.

"Perfect," he breathes.

Dazed eyes look down as Nathaniel wets parted lips.

"You like to watch me?" he asks, his flesh pricking wherever Asher's hands stroke. He can't help himself; he thrusts his fingers deep, curves them, drags them over his prostate, eliciting a sharp, loud cry from him as he trembles astride Asher.

"Do you have to ask, cher?" Asher murmurs, sitting up, pressing his lips to Nathaniel's throat.

"You are so beautiful, mon chat."

His fingers slip from his backside, and Nathaniel squeezes more lubricant out of the bottle, reaching down to stroke Asher, make him ready. Nathaniel moans as his neck is kissed, and he leans into the caress, squeezing his hand around Asher.

Asher moans, sucking gently on Nathaniel's throat, arching up into Nat's grip.

He loves this, loves feeling Nathaniel against him, turned on and desperate to be touched, to feel Asher inside him.

And he is desperate for Asher's touch. He presses closer to that mouth, to the hands on his body. Nathaniel moans, beginning to squirm.

"Want you, Asher," he gasps, almost frantic to couple with his lover. "Please."

Asher's hands cradle Nathaniel's hips loosely, holding him, guiding him down. He kisses his lover, kisses the soft noises from his lips as he feels Nathaniel's body slowly take him in.

Despite the fact he just wants to slam his body down, Nathaniel is controlled as he sits in Asher's lap. Every sound is devoured by Asher, and Nathaniel's hands tighten in his vampire's hair. He practically sobs when his backside rests against Asher's thighs.

"How did it become so important?" he whispers into Asher's mouth, shifting, feeling Asher slip a little deeper. "When did it become everything?"

Asher shudders, amazed that even after how many times he's taken Nathaniel, felt his body around him, the heat of Nathaniel still takes him by surprise, is still enough to make him shiver and moan.

"What, cher?" He asks, softly.

"You... us... sex between us," he murmurs between kisses.

Nathaniel closes his eyes, beginning to rise and fall slowly in Asher's lap. Each slick slide out is met with a muted whimper, and each smooth glide in pulls a moan from him.

"Does it worry you?" Asher murmurs, "that it feels so good?" He slowly arches his hips up, meeting Nathaniel with every thrust, kissing his shoulder, again and again.

Nathaniel buries his face against Asher's throat, his nails scratching along Asher's shoulders as he squeezes his lover with his body.

"Yes," he confesses breathlessly. "It terrifies me."

"Why?" Asher asks, moaning as Nathaniel squeezes him again, sliding his hands down Nat's spine, stroking and petting him, his lips trailing up Nathaniel's throat.

Nathaniel tilts his head, offering as much of his throat as Asher wants to take.

"Because I love you... and you can break me."

No one had broken him yet, not really, but Asher... Nathaniel knows that Asher now possesses the power to crush him. He keeps waiting for his love, his trust, his obedience to be used against him, for a punishment to come for too forward of an action, of a word.

"Never," Asher breathes.

"You have just as much power over me, cher," he continues, kissing Nathaniel's throat, "you just don't use it." He lifts his head to capture Nathaniel's lips with his, the kiss hungry and reassuring all at once.

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."

Asher shakes his head softly.

"I do nothing without your permission," he murmurs, wondering how long it will take for this to sink in. He may dominate Nathaniel, but he is utterly at the leopard's mercy.

"Stop saying that."

Nathaniel covers Asher's mouth with his own, silencing any further conversation, focusing on the swivel of his hips, the squeeze of his muscles around Asher. He kisses until his chest burns for air, and only then does he pull back, gasp, and then dive back in for another kiss, always moving, always taking Asher into himself.

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