Teeth scraped over Levi’s ribs, then lower, finding the sharp cut of his hip bone as Asher yanked off the rest of Levi’s clothes. The bite there was vicious, Asher’s teeth dragging hard enough that Levi could feel the bruise forming in real time, a deep purple bloom that would ache for days. Another bite followed immediately on the tender skin just below it, then another on the crease of his thigh. Each one stung and made Levi’s thighs tremble uncontrollably.
Asher shoved Levi’s thighs wider apart with rough hands, spreading him obscenely. His mouth found the softest skin on the inside of Levi’s left thigh and bit harder than before, deep enough that Levi’s vision whited out for a second. The pain tipped over into something nauseatingly good. He could feel his pulse hammering against Asher’s teeth.
“Stop! Asher, too hard!”
Asher soothed the bite with a slow, wet drag of his tongue, then immediately sank his teeth into a fresh spot an inch higher.His hips jerked up involuntarily, seeking friction, seeking anything to counteract the pain. Shame flooded his chest so hot he thought he might combust.
Listen to yourself. Whimpering like an animal while a murderer bites bruises into your thighs. And you’re hard. You’re so fucking hard it hurts.
Then Asher’s mouth was on his cock.
There was no teasing, no slow lick from base to tip. Just wet heat and suction and the obscene sound of Asher taking him deep on the first try. Levi’s jolted so violently he nearly unseated Asher as a raw, broken moan tore out of him.
Asher pulled off with a wet pop, lips shiny with spit and a faint smear of blood that had dripped down. “Look at me,” he ordered, his voice low and rough. “Don’t look away. I want to watch your face while I ruin you.”
Levi’s breath hitched. The command burned through him — humiliating, terrifying, and for some stupid reason, impossible to disobey. Asher took him deeper this time, throat working around him, cheeks hollowing. Levi couldn’t stop the sounds spilling from his own mouth. Every time he tried to bite one back, Asher would growl around him; the vibration made Levi’s toes curl and his hips jerk.
Then Asher’s hand moved.
He pulled off Levi’s cock just enough to swipe two fingers through the mess pooling at the crease where thigh met groin — blood from the deep bites, Levi’s own leaking pre-cum, and thick strings of Asher’s drool. The sight of those glistening fingers made Levi’s stomach drop.
“Asher — wait—”
Asher didn’t wait.
He swallowed Levi down again in one smooth motion while his slick fingers pressed between Levi’s cheeks and pushedinside, one finger breaching him without warning, sliding in to the second knuckle in a single deliberate thrust.
Levi’s entire body seized.
“No — wait, stop, don’t—” The words tumbled out in a frantic panic, his hands flying down to push at Asher’s shoulders. “Asher, please, not yet—”
Asher hummed around him and curled his finger.
The panic fractured instantly, replaced by a rolling wave of overwhelming sensation that made his vision spark at the edges. His protest dissolved into a high, keening moan he barely recognized as his own. His hands, which had been pushing Asher away, curled into fists in Asher’s hair instead, pulling him closer.
Oh god. Oh fuck. I said stop and my body just—
Asher added a second finger on the next thrust, scissoring gently, stretching Levi while his mouth continued its relentless work. The dual sensation — wet heat around him and the burning, inevitable pressure inside — short-circuited every rational thought Levi had left and tears prickled at the corners of his eyes from the intensity.
Asher pulled off Levi’s cock again, lips swollen and shiny, eyes never leaving Levi’s face. “There it is,” he murmured as his fingers curled again, brushing that spot that made Levi see stars. “That’s the sound I wanted. Keep looking at me, baby. Let me watch you fall apart.”
Levi couldn’t look away. Couldn’t stop the desperate roll of his hips, couldn’t stop the whimpers that kept escaping no matter how hard he tried to stay quiet. For thirty endless seconds there was nothing in the world except Asher’s mouth, the obscene stretch of his fingers, the sting of fresh bites blooming across his thighs, and the crushing weight of his own terrifying want.
I can’t take it anymore.
Both hands still tangled in Asher’s hair, Levi yanked hard enough that it had to hurt. Asher let himself be pulled up, crawling over Levi’s body until their faces were level again. Their chests heaved against each other. Levi could taste himself on Asher’s tongue when he surged up to kiss him desperately, like he was drowning and Asher was the only air left in the world.
It should have disgusted him. Instead it made his cock throb painfully where it rested trapped between their bodies, still wet from that devastating mouth. His hands were still tangled in Asher’s hair, tugging hard enough that he knew it hurt, but Asher only groaned into the kiss like pain from Levi was the sweetest thing he’d ever felt.
Asher stayed braced above him, forearms on either side of Levi’s head, caging him in without crushing him like he was physically chaining himself in place.
He’s letting me.
The realization hit Levi like a live wire. He was flat on his back, pinned beneath a man who could break him in half, and yet Asher was holding back. Just watching him with those eyes that looked halfway to ruined.
Levi’s hand slid between their bodies, shoved Asher’s pants down, and wrapped around his cock. It was scalding hot, thick and heavy, and the moment his fingers closed around it, Asher’s entire body went taut above him — every muscle locked, breath stuttering against Levi’s cheek. A raw, guttural sound tore out of Asher’s throat.
“Levi—”
