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[nathaniel_kitten]

Nathaniel doesn't clearly remember the last time he's been as happy as he has been lately. It must have been when he was a child, maybe making strawberry preserves with his mother in the late spring.

Asher has, on more than one occasion, taken him to beautiful restaurants in St. Louis where Nathaniel eats and they talk. Nothing too personal, really, which suits Nathaniel fine for the time being, but most about his day or Anita or, in rare instances, Damian. They talk about the present, occasionally about the future -- usually whether or not one of them will be available for the other on a certain day.

Sex has also been... different. Nathaniel has discovered he's less afraid to ask for what he wants rather than letting Asher blanketly decide for him. He still asks, and Asher almost never declines, but it's a large step forward for him. One Nathaniel is quite proud of.

Anita's time with each of them has also eased some of the tension. Nathaniel feels more secure about Asher and Jean-Claude now, less afraid for himself, and he tries not to focus too much on the metaphysical bindings between himself, Anita, Jean-Claude, Damian, and Richard. He tries to focus more on the metaphysical and mundane bindings between himself and Asher, and remind his vampire of them as often as possible.

Tonight is just such a night for reminding Asher. Nathaniel sits indian-style on the center of Asher's bed at the Circus, naked, his hair brushed until it shines and spread around him like a cloak. He has a small basket of food for himself, and in his hands is a book. For later. His heart simply races, excitement and a little nervous anticipation making his cheeks flush a little.

He hopes Asher was able to get away from Danse Macabre as he'd asked.

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Asher smiles, affected by the breathy quality in Nat's voice though he doesn't show it.

"I can roll you," Asher murmurs, "if you wish me to. Jean-Claude told me."

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Nathaniel pulls back some, blinking, confused.

"What?"

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Asher rubs his thumb against Nathaniel's throat.

"Jean-Claude was able to roll Anita. If you wish me to, if you let me, I can bring you with my bite."

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Nathaniel's eyes close for a moment as Asher's thumb touches him. To find pleasure in Asher's bite again? Oh, he wants that. There's no doubt in him that he'd like to know the pleasure Asher can give him with just the bite, but...

He opens his eyes. "Do you want to roll me?" he asks softly.

He remembers how Asher used to doubt he could be wanted for anything but his bite, and Nathaniel doesn't want to reawake those feelings. It's not worth it to him.

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"I will admit I do feel rather smug when I can make you come without touching you," Asher purrs. "But I do not feel the loss of it, not overly so."

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Nathaniel runs his hands up and down Asher's back, over his ass, and stares into those husky blue eyes. He smiles faintly.

"Not tonight," he murmurs. "I wanted to take you, and coming before that will ruin my plans. Feed, maybe take the edge off it? I prefer coming when we have sex, after all. More satisfaction in it."

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Asher shivers, arching his back to push into Nathaniel's hands, greedy for more of his touches, his caresses.

"Very well," he murmurs, sweeping Nathaniel's hair aside, kissing his throat gently before biting down, moaning softly at the taste of Nathaniel's blood on his tongue.

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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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Asher rocks his hips slowly against Nathaniel's, his body warming, softening under Nathaniel's hands as he drinks. He pulls back after only a few mouthfuls, licking his lips clean, nuzzling Nat's throat.

"You taste divine," he murmurs.

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Nathaniel swallows, wetting his lips, and hugs Asher close. He moans softly again, his cock hard between them, and kisses Asher's shoulder.

"You feel amazing," he whispers.

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"Take me," Asher whispers, command and plea all in one, his cock hard now, pressing against Nathaniel's.

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His hand moves between them, and Nathaniel wraps his fingers around Asher's sex. He kisses Asher softly, smiling faintly as a rush of excitement moves through him.

"You really want me to, don't you?" he breathes, squeezing a little as he pulls up on Asher's shaft.

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Asher groans, dropping his head to Nathaniel's shoulder, nodding as he thrusts lazily into Nat's hand.

"Yes, mon chat" he murmurs, lips brushing warm skin as he speaks.

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Nathaniel shifts so Asher is pressed to the bed, his own lips moving down his vampire's throat. He stops overthinking things, second-guessing his wants, and just enjoys what he shares with Asher. A bite is given to Asher's throat -- not hard enough to break skin, but enough to know his teeth are there -- as he reaches for the lube on the bedside table.

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Asher shudders, managing to somehow look elegant and poised, even as he sprawls naked across the bed, his hair a silken blanket beneath him. His legs are splayed wide, open, one knee drawn up to the side, displayed perfectly for Nathaniel to look, touch.

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Asher's display is not lost on Nathaniel, and his cock twitches at the sight. He rakes his teeth over Asher's nipple as his eyes roll up to look at his vampire.

"You know the perfect way to lay to arouse the person in bed with you the most," he comments, breath huffing against the wet skin.

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"I should hope so," Asher murmurs, "having had centuries to practice..." he's teasing of course, his fingers winding in auburn tresses, even as he arches up into the scrape of teeth against his chest.

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Nathaniel laughs softly, squeezing some of the clear gel onto his fingers and pressing them to Asher's opening. He kisses his way back up Asher's chest and throat until their lips almost touch. As he presses the fingers into Asher, moaning quietly at the tightness, he smiles.

"I love you."

He knows Asher sometimes desires this, and so long as Jean-Claude is unable to give it -- and Asher gives to Nathaniel everything he could possibly desire -- Nathaniel would give to Asher this small thing.

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"And I you," asher murmurs, moaning quietly. This is a rare gift from Nathaniel; it's not something he's accustomed to, but oh, how he loves it.

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Nathaniel recognizes where Asher seems to fulfill every want and need of his, and so he can hardly withhold something that would make Asher happy. He presses his lips to Asher's throat, smiling against warm flesh, as his fingers move in and out. Asher's moans only fan his own arousal, and Nathaniel rather likes hearing how his touch affects his lover.

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Asher shudders, head flung back as he bares his throat, the touch of lips against his neck inflaming him, Nathaniel's slender fingers tearing him apart with need, want.

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Oh, Nathaniel has a brief thought that he could get used to Asher squirming around for him. He nips at Asher's throat, paying plenty of attention to it, before he finally pulls his fingers back. More lube, this time on himself, and then he draws his tongue up Asher's throat. It isn't like he's never done this, or that he's clumsy. This just isn't his usual position, and it shows in the little shifts of body weight and position.

Nathaniel doesn't move quickly, either. He kisses the underside of Asher's chin, groaning quietly as he pushes himself into his vampire, his hands balling up the sheets beneath Asher's body.

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Asher grips Nathaniel's neck, his shoulder, soft choked-back sounds of pleasure slipping from lips caught between perfect white teeth, Asher almost writhing as Nathaniel takes him, inch by inch.

He's not in control anymore, and he loves it.

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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.

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Asher tilts his chin just enough to kiss Nathaniel, sealing their lips together, holding in a loud moan as Nathaniel moves, far too slowly, torturing him inch by inch.