“You want this, Lois?” Asa teased, deftly flicking open his button and zipper with one hand. Zane whimpered, raising his hand, but freezing when Asa said, “Uh-uh-uh. Did I say you could touch?”
“Please,” he whispered, hating the way his voice cracked, the way his anxiety spiked as his husband denied something that was always so readily available to him. “Asa…”
Asa’s chuckle was maddening. Zane’s cock pulsing more precum at his taunting. “Shh, Lois. You’re being so good. Don’t lose it on me now.”
Zane cried a little harder, his humiliation back, wrapping around him like an old blanket. “I’m sorry,” he whined.
“My sweet Lois, so soft. Come here, baby,” he crooned again, drawing him forward with a hand under his chin. Zane leaned in, anticipating another attack on his senses, another taunt, but instead Asa kissed him, soft and so painfully sweet.
Zane couldn’t stop the surprised exhalation. Asa used the opportunity to slide his tongue home, probing Zane’s mouth in a way that had him moaning, his neglected cock bobbing between his legs.
When he drew back, Zane whined, trying to chase his lips. Asa laughed at him, patting his cheek condescendingly, then pulled his sweater over his head and tossed it somewhere behind Zane.
Getting Asa naked had never felt this hard won before. He groaned, his eyes greedily roaming Asa’s toned physique, fingers itching to touch him. He dropped his gaze back to own dick, then looked up at him, gaze pleading. “Asa, please. It hurts.”
Asa chuckled. “I didn’t think I was going to like this, Lois. I thought for sure nothing could beat you crying and begging while I tortured you for my own pleasure, but this…fuck, I feel like I’ve been missing out. I could do this all day.”
Zane’s gaze went wide, stomach dropping. He couldn’t be serious. “What?”
“Maybe I’ll tie you to the bed? Sit on your chest and force you to watch me get myself off? If you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll let you swallow my load? Hmm? What do you think? Would you like that?”
“No,” Zane whined. “Please, Asa. Let me touch you. Let me help you. Please? I need you.”
And he did. He needed him. There was now this clawing panic inside him that made him feel like if this didn’t end with Asa buried deep inside him that he’d…failed. That he’d somehow displeased Asa, that he hadn’t earned the reward of being fucked and bred and used.
“You need me? That’s sweet,” Asa said, smug as he once more swiped a thumb over Zane’s tears.
“Asa,” Zane cried, voice breaking. “Stop teasing. Please…”
Asa’s expression went from taunting to…fond like he’d flipped a switch. “Okay, Lois. Okay. No more teasing. You’ve been good.”
Zane sat back on his haunches as Asa stood, finally ridding himself of the rest of his clothes, before sitting back down once more, stroking his thick cock, red and flushed and wet at the tip. Because of Zane. He did that to Asa. Just him. Because he was good. Because he listened. He was good for Asa. Just him.
He tipped forward, ignoring his dick to bury his face in Asa’s lap, just inhaling his scent, nails digging into the skin of his thighs as he finally got that hit of…whatever it was that made Zane’s body beholden to Asa’s…pheromones, fate, some bond that went beyond just two people falling in love.
He just sat there, drinking in his scent until Asa got his hands in his hair, gripping him at his nape, tugging him back. Zane stared up at him, on the verge of delirium, heavy lidded, chest heaving, mouth slightly open. Asa looked awestruck. “Jesus. You really were made for this.”
“Please,” Zane said again, pouring as much desperation into the plea as he could manage.
Asa groaned, using his other hand to stroke himself once more, before bringing the head of his cock to Zane’s lips. “Here you go, baby.”
Zane’s mouth closed around him, the familiar taste of his precum exploding on his tongue. He moaned, eyes falling shut as he let Asa guide him, pulling his head up and down even as he rocked himself deeper into Zane’s mouth.
Zane relaxed his jaw, dizzy with the heavy weight of his husband’s cock on his tongue, pressing deeper with each motion, until he was bumping the back of his throat, forcing him tobreathe through his nose. Normally, Asa would force himself deeper, hold Zane there until he was choking and gagging on him, swallowing around him convulsively in a desperate attempt to draw in much needed breaths.
But not this time. This time Asa was being…almost careful? Zane made a frustrated sound, raising his hand to where Asa’s fingers still tangled in his hair, pressing hard hoping to get the message across.
“Fuck,” Asa groaned, bucking his hips into Zane’s mouth. “You really want to be wrecked, huh, Lois? You can’t fucking help yourself. So desperate to choke on my cock, baby?”
Zane moaned as Asa gave him what he wanted, dragging him forward until his pubic hair was tickling his nose, his cock lodged so deep in his throat breathing was no longer an option. It used to scare him, terrified him, really. Asa was a murderer. He killed people all the time. He could easily kill Zane if he wanted to. But he wouldn’t. Zane understood that on a much deeper level now. Which is why he loved this so much. Loved putting his life in Asa’s hands, loved knowing Asa saw him as something precious, something worth keeping.
He was drooling, saliva leaking from his lips to coat Asa’s balls, tears and snot marring his face. But he’d never felt more at peace. Maybe it was the subspace, maybe it was the lack of oxygen bringing on that dizzying euphoric high he longed for, but whatever it was, it had Zane close to coming untouched.
Just when his vision grew fuzzy at the edges and he feared he’d lose consciousness, Asa pulled him up. Zane sucked air into his lungs like a drowning victim, looking up at Asa through teary eyes, giving him a weak smile. Asa ran two fingers through the collection of body fluids on his face. “You’re such a messy eater, Lois,” he chided. “You look so fucking wrecked. You ready for me to fuck you?”
Zane openly wept now. Asa was right. He was totally wrecked, but he still wanted more. “Please.”
“Christ, you’re so fucking perfect,” Asa muttered almost to himself, as he pulled Zane to his feet, then pressed him back into the mattress, splaying his legs lewdly then kneeling between them.
