A gasp leaves Nathaniel's lips, and his hands tighten bruisingly on Asher's backside. The bite alone has become something that arouses Nathaniel, a pain that he's made into pleasurable foreplay. He moans, closing his eyes as he consciously continues to touch Asher, hands a little heavy, but no less loving.
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Date: 2009-12-02 11:17 pm (UTC)