“Shh, baby. Look at me.” Asher reached into the nightstand. “You’re so fucking perfect like this. Everything about you is.”
Levi watched him coat his fingers with lube and swallowed hard, unable to close his legs as three fingers pressed against him and pushed in.
Levi cried out against the sudden stretch. “No— fuck— Asher, stop, it’s too much, I can’t take three yet—”
“You can.” Asher’s voice was calm, almost soothing, even as his fingers sank deeper, scissoring ruthlessly. His hand returned to Levi’s throat, tightening just enough to make Levi’s pulse hammer against his palm. “Don’t fight me, baby. You’re doing so good. You’re always such a good boy for me, even when you’re scared.”
The praise burned worse than the stretch. Levi’s protests grew louder, more desperate, tears spilling down his temples asAsher worked him open with three thick fingers. Every sound felt deafening. Every curl of those fingers against his prostate made his restrained arms yank uselessly at the cuffs, the leather digging harder into his wrists.
“Too much…please—” Levi sobbed, hips trying to twist away. Asher simply pinned one of his thighs down with a knee and kept going, curling his fingers again and again against that devastating spot. His arms burned from pulling against the unyielding cuffs. The fear was real and sharp — he couldn’t stop this, couldn’t slow it down, couldn’t hide any of the humiliating noises falling from his mouth.
And yet he was leaking steadily onto his stomach, twitching with every drag of Asher’s fingers.
“You gonna cum on my fingers, baby? Should I even let you?” Asher’s grip tightened on his throat. “You made me wait for so fucking long out here. Too fucking long.”
“Shut up,” Levi gasped. “Just shut—oh god—shut the fuck up!”
Asher stilled for half a second, cocking his head to the side, and made a low, delighted sound. He withdrew his fingers, leaving Levi clenching desperately around nothing. The emptiness ached worse than the stretch.
Asher settled between his spread thighs, one hand still wrapped around Levi’s throat, the other guiding his cock, and he pressed forward in one long, relentless thrust. Levi cried out, his throat raw as fresh tears spilled down his cheeks. The fullness was overwhelming — too much, too fast, too real.
But it was perfect.
Asher buried his face against Levi’s neck, his arms trembling.
“Levi… fuck, you feel— so perfect. So tight around me. Tighter than in there, fuck—” he gasped. “Oh fuck—mhmm—baby, I’m actually inside you—”
“Sh-shut up,” Levi sobbed, his legs wrapping around Asher’s waist anyway, heels digging into his back. “Just shut up and fuck me.”
Asher made a low, feral sound deep in his chest and drove into him.
The first thrust was too hard and Levi cried out as Asher buried himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke, the sudden stretch tearing a startled “Ah—fuck!” from him. Every thick inch forced his body open wider than it wanted to go. He yanked hard against the cuffs, the leather biting into his wrists as helpless, guttural cries spilled out of him with every punishing snap of Asher’s hips.
Asher growled against his neck again, hips never slowing. “That’s it. Let me hear you. Be a good boy for me.”
“Shut the—” Levi yanked at the cuffs again as Asher definitely hit something too deep and too sensitive inside him that stole his breath. “—fuck up!”
“You wanna play like that?” Asher panted, licking at the tears on Levi’s face. “Fine.” He reached for the nightstand without missing a beat.
Levi’s eyes widened as his hand returned with a knife. “No—no, wait!”
The flat of the blade pressed against the side of his throat. Levi’s breath hitched into a high, startled whimper and Asher dragged it slowly downward as he kept thrusting, the steel gliding over his sternum and his stomach, until it rested against the tender, freshly bitten skin of his inner thigh.
“Tell me to shut up again, Levi,” Asher whispered against his lips as the tip of the blade pressed against his skin. “Do it. I want you to do it.”
Levi shook his head. “No, no, I’m sorry—I—I—”
Asher’s thrusts turned erratic, desperate, hips slamming forward with mindless intensity. His grip on the knife faltered.
The blade slipped.
A bright, stinging line of fire sliced across Levi’s inner thigh.
“Asher, stop!” Levi cried out.
Blood welled up fast and hot, and Asher groaned like the sight alone was enough to undo him. He dropped the knife onto the mattress and immediately swept two fingers through the fresh blood, smearing the warm mess over Levi’s aching length in one obscene stroke.
“Look at you, taking my cock while you bleed. Such a good fucking boy,” Asher panted as he kept fucking him in deep, savage plunges. He pushed his bloody fingers between Levi’s lips. “Taste yourself.”
