Nathaniel listens intently to Asher's sounds, focuses on the feel of his vampire against him, around him. He lifts his head to look down into Asher's face once he's fully seated inside, panting softly against Asher's lips. It was so very different from the other times when he would do this, when it was part of a game or ordered by Asher.

Choice is everything, and Nathaniel moans as he begins to withdraw and push back in, eyes bleeding to gray-blue even now.