Nathaniel smiles against Asher's lips. He fully intends to take his time. How often had Asher done the very thing to him? Taken him apart until he was a trembling mass of pleasure and pleas?

His thrusts are long and slow, quiet moans fed into their kiss as Nathaniel simply enjoys himself. This wasn't about fucking to Nathaniel. It's about reminding Asher that -- no matter who else he might be metaphysically bound to -- he is Asher's cat, and that would never change.