This mouth was his. This singular image would only ever be his. No one would ever know Levi like this.
Asher’s grip turned punishing. His hips pressed forward harder, sliding past the comfortable depth until the head of his cock nudged the back of Levi’s throat.
Levi gagged as Asher pushed deeper, the sudden stretch forcing a wet, guttural sound from him. His hands shoved frantically at Asher’s hips, but Asher held his head steady with both hands, his thumbs stroking soothing circles against his temples even as he sank another inch.
Asher almost let out a laugh as his cock hit the length of tube in the back of Levi’s throat.Huh. I can feel it.
“Shhh, easy… breathe through your nose. You can take me. Look at me, let me see that slutty little face you get,” Asher groaned as he rocked forward. Each thrust forced another wet, choking glide, obscene gagging sounds filling the kitchen as saliva spilled from the corners of Levi’s stretched lips and dripped down his chin.
“Fuck, listen to that. Hear how sloppy your throat is getting for me? You’re drooling all over me like you were made for this.” Asher’s breathing was ragged, his hips stuttering as pleasure coiled tighter. “You’re doing so well, baby. So fucking well. Taking every inch like the obedient, cock-hungry slut you are. God, you’re incredible.”
Levi’s eyes streamed tears, but he kept them locked on Asher’s, wide and glassy and utterly surrendered. The sight of his own cock disappearing between those swollen, tear-streaked lips was almost too much.
Asher’s voice dropped into a filthy growl. “That’s it… relax for me. Let me all the way in. I want to feel your nose against my stomach. I want to fuck your throat until the only thing you can taste is me for days.”
He pushed deeper on the next thrust, holding himself there as Levi’s throat convulsed and fluttered wildly around him. The tight, rippling heat and the broken, wet sounds finally shattered Asher’s control.
“I’m so fucking close. So fucking close, Levi,” Asher moaned, barely holding on. “Swallow every fucking drop like the good boy you are.”
The orgasm tore through him like lightning—starting at the base of his spine and exploding outward. He gripped Levi’s hair with both hands now, hips stuttering as pulse after pulse of cum flooded Levi’s throat. The feeling of his real throat working desperately around him, the hot tears against his skin, the sounds—it was overwhelming.
Levi swallowed. Again. And again. Every contraction pulled another ragged moan from Asher until his legs were weak.
When he finally pulled back, a thick string of saliva and cum connected Levi’s swollen, glistening lips to the head of his cock for a moment before it broke.
Asher sank to his knees and took Levi’s face in his hands—the way he always took Levi’s face, both palms, thumbs stroking over sharp cheekbones—and kissed him deeply. He could taste the remnants of his own cum on Levi’s tongue. The taste was filthy, intimate, and perfect. He groaned into Levi’s mouth, licking deeper.
“Your turn,” Asher murmured against his lips.
“What— Asher, you don’t have to—”
“Shut up. Lie back.”
He pushed Levi down onto the cold tile. Levi’s back hit with a startled gasp. Asher was already sliding down his body, hands hooking into the waistband of Levi’s sweats and dragging them roughly over his hips, freeing his cock.
“Asher, stop, I’m not—I don’t want this—”
“You’ve been rock-hard since you dropped to your knees for me,” Asher said, eyes raking over Levi’s flushed, trembling body. “Don’t lie to me about what you want.”
Levi’s hands landed on his shoulders in a push that wasn’t really a push.
Asher yanked the sweats the rest of the way off and settled between Levi’s spread thighs. The sight of him—laid out on the kitchen floor like an offering—made something feral uncoil in Asher’s chest.
He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the sharp bone of Levi’s hip, sucking hard enough to feel it against his teeth. Levi’s stomach contracted violently.
“You don’t have to—fuck, Asher—”
Asher dragged his mouth inward, along the sensitive crease where hip met thigh. The skin here was scorching hot, impossibly soft, and it hit him like a drug. He buried his nose there and breathed in deep, his lungs filling with the raw, addictive scent that lived underneath Levi’s clothes. He was going to remember this smell forever.
Then his mouth found the head of Levi’s cock.
Levi’s entire body arched off the tile with a strangled cry. “Asher!”
Yes. My name. In that voice. Again.
Asher took him deeper, tongue swirling, mouth wet and greedy, and every desperate sound Levi made went straight to Asher’s spent cock, making it twitch with renewed interest.
“Stop—fuck, Asher, stop,” Levi gasped, even as his hips jerked upwards. “I don’t—I can’t—oh fuck…”
