I sat next to him. The bed smelled pleasantly of wood and straw, and of course, like Ashe. I closed my eyes and inhaled the sweet scent.
Ashe threaded his fingers through my hair. When I opened my eyes, he was staring into them with a smile.
"Hey," he said. "I have to tell you something."
"What?"
Ashe pressed a closed fist to his chest. He raised his pinky and thumb, then crossed his index and middle finger: "I really love you."
My eyes widened, then filled with emotional tears. I hugged Ashe close to my chest. He let out a laugh.
"Sorry if it was awkward looking," he said. "I've never told anyone that before."
I shook my head. "It was perfect. Just like the rest of you."
"Aww."
Ashe pressed his forehead against mine. I nuzzled him back. I could stay like this forever in this wonderful moment. But despite my best efforts to stay awake, sleep was slowly creeping up on me.
"I love you," I signed in a lazy gesture. "Sorry if I pass out."
Ashe chuckled. "You're that tired, huh? Too bad. I was feeling a bit frisky."
I raised a brow. That statement instantly made me five percent less tired.
"Is that so?" I asked.
Ashe's finger trailed down my chest towards my belly. "Maybe. Depends on how you feel."
"I feel conflicted between my need to sleep and my desire for you."
Ashe licked his lips, pleased that we appeared to be on the same wavelength. His hand snuck lower until I felt it graze my sensitive flesh. I shivered.
But I didn't want to soak up the pleasure by myself. I mirrored his action, gently wrapping my hand around his already half-hard cock. It didn't take long for both of us to be full and ready.
Turns out getting a hand job from your fated mate overrode fatigue.
Ashe moaned into my mouth. He was actually trying to keep his voice down this time, unlike in the tunnel, since he probably didn't want his nosy family to know what we were up to. He shuffled closer to me, pressing our chests together. I felt the delicate rise and fall of his smaller rib cage fluttering against me like butterfly wings. He was warm.
Pleasure pooled below my belly as Ashe touched me. He worked my cock in smooth, languid strokes that electrified my skin. Soft contented sounds escaped my lips.
Ashe's cock twitched in my hand. His stifled moans grew longer and more desperate. He bit his lip, trying to contain them, but when I flicked my thumb over the head of his cock and smeared pre-cum over his skin, he gasped. I grinned when he blushed at me furiously.
"I'mtryingto keep it down," he whispered.
I shrugged in a playful apology.
In retaliation, Ashe leaned in and kissed me hard while his wrist sped up. I stiffened at the jolt of pleasure wracking my body. Fuck, he was a tease.
I growled against his lips. The vibration made him shudder. He nipped my lower lip playfully. Lust glazed his eyes. He looked so beautiful.
As much as we were enjoying ourselves, the exhaustion from the day was catching up. My body begged me to hurry up and orgasm already so I could pass out. I doubted Ashe was far behind. The lashes on his half-lidded eyes were droopy.
I massaged his cock with faster strokes. Ashe whimpered. His body suddenly tensed and he bit back a cry, hissing through his teeth as he came, shooting thick white stripes across my hand. Seeing him in such an erotic state made my cock throb.
Panting and sweating, Ashe decided he wasn't one to be outdone. He worked my dick with increased fervor, putting the last of his strength into the hand job until I felt the tight knot of release building up inside me. It crashed like a tidal wave hitting the shore. I bit down, grunting as the orgasm ripped through me.
After the high wore off, the full brunt of my fatigue hit me like a truck.
