“I’m going to kill you.”
Asher smiled against his skin. “You’d miss me too much.”
He rose. Levi heard him spitting into his palm, then two thick fingers pressed against his entrance. The first one sank in with a slow, inexorable push. Levi’s breath hitched hard at the stretch, his body fighting it even as his mind remembered exactly how good it felt.
“Tight,” Asher groaned, his free hand stroked reverently down Levi’s spine. “I get to be your first. Every. Single. Time. Do you have any idea how happy that makes me?”
“That’s because my body—”
Asher crooked his finger and found his prostate with devastating accuracy. Levi’s back bowed violently, a raw shout punching out of him as blinding pleasure ripped through theburn. Asher’s palm pressed between his shoulder blades, forcing him back down onto the desk.
“The first time I killed you,” Asher continued calmly even as his fingers stroked that spot mercilessly, “I went back to Riverbend and slept. Just like all the other times.” A second finger joined the first. “The next time you died, it felt empty…I didn’t like that. So I killed myself right after.”
A third finger pressed in and Levi’s vision whited out. A broken, wrecked sound tore from his throat—half-sob, half-moan—as the brutal stretch mixed with the relentless assault on his prostate.
“Every time since then,” Asher whispered, fingers pumping deep and steady, “if you die and I’m not with you… I find the fastest way to follow.”
Levi’s fingers scraped desperately against the metal desk. “Why?” he choked out.
Asher leaned over him, lips brushing the shell of his ear, three fingers still buried to the hilt and stroking. “Because I refuse to wait one more second than I have to before I can taste you again.”
“Fuck… fuck, fuck, Asher,” Levi gasped, shamelessly pushing back onto the three fingers stretching him open. The burn was vicious, but the need to cum had grown teeth. His brain was fogging over, his thoughts fracturing. “Please—mmnh—keep going—”
Asher’s palm cracked across his ass in a sharp, testing slap. The sound echoed. Levi’s whole body jolted, clenching hard around the invading fingers. “Interesting.”
“Don’t—”
The next slap was harder. A vicious crack that lit up Levi’s skin like fire. Heat bloomed instantly across his cheek, the sting sinking deep. His cock jerked hard against the desk, leaking, and Asher groaned. “Very interesting.”
He withdrew his fingers, leaving Levi clenching around nothing. Before he could protest, strong hands gripped his hips and flipped him onto his back, the cold metal of the desk biting into his overheated skin. Levi’s hands flew up to cover his burning face, but Asher caught both wrists and slammed them down beside his head, pinning them hard.
“I want to see you,” Asher said, his eyes gleaming with something feral. “Keep your eyes open. Don’t you dare look away from me.”
He released one wrist only long enough to rip his shirt off in one rough motion. The low light carved over the lean chest, the shift of muscle as he shoved his uniform down. The fabric hit the floor with a loud rustle. Levi looked—because he was ordered to, and because some broken part of him wanted to see how hard Asher was for this.
Asher’s cock was flushed dark, curving up tight against his stomach. He spat loudly into his palm, making Levi’s stomach twist, then stroked himself slow and slick.
The blunt, wet head of Asher’s cock pressed against Levi’s twitching hole. Not pushing in. Just resting there. Teasing, like he was letting the anticipation chew Levi apart. Then Asher rolled his hips forward in one steady, merciless thrust.
The stretch was brutal. Levi’s body fought it like it did before—muscles clamping down, resisting the thick invasion even as his mind screamed at it to relax. The burn was white-hot and immediate, sharper than any memory could prepare him for. His mouth dropped open on a strangled cry that Asher caught with a deep, hungry kiss, swallowing the sound like it belonged to him.
“Breathe,” Asher growled against his lips, still pushing deeper, not stopping until his hips were flush and Levi was stuffed impossibly full. “You’re so fucking perfect like this. You have no idea what it does to me.”
“It hurts—” Levi hissed through clenched teeth, eyes stinging.
“I know.” His thumbs stroked over the insides of Levi’s pinned wrists—one gentle, one deliberately grinding into the deep bruise, sending fresh sparks of pain up Levi’s arm with every heartbeat. “I know it hurts. But you’re taking me so well anyway. You’re such a good boy for me, Levi.”
“Stop praising me while you’re—”
“While I’m what?” Asher pulled back slowly, then slammed back in with a brutal snap of his hips. Levi’s back arched hard off the desk, a broken moan tearing out of him as the burn twisted into something electric.
Every thrust made the pain in his wrist flare brighter where Asher kept it pinned. Levi’s legs wrapped around Asher’s waist, his heels digging into his back, pulling him deeper despite himself.
“That’s it,” Asher panted. “Look at you. Pulling me in like you were made for this.” His eyes darkened. “Open your mouth.”
Levi barely had time to obey before Asher leaned in closer, lips hovering just above his. A thick strand of spit slowly dripped from Asher’s mouth, landing hot on Levi’s tongue.
“Swallow.”
