Asher pushed in and the rest of the sentence left Levi’s body as a sound instead of words. The burn and the stretch hit him at once and Levi tried to pull away, just a bit, but Asher pressed forward in one slow thrust that didn’t stop until he was flush against Levi. All Levi could do was claw hard at the sheets, crying out and panting.
“Good boy, so fucking good.” Asher’s forehead dropped to Levi’s back, his breath ragged. “You have no idea what you do to me. Every single time.”
The pace was Asher’s — deep and sustained, the rhythm of someone who meant it when he said he wanted this to last. The lube and the angle and the hotel bed all conspired to make the sensation rolling through him almost unbearable, building and building without cresting. He could hear the slapping of skin, the creak of the bed frame, his own desperate, needy moans as Asher’s hands pulled him into every thrust, and he just…took it.
Asher’s pace changed suddenly — his hips snapping harder, deeper, his fingers digging into Levi’s hips hard enough to grind bone against the heel of his palm. The pleasure tipped with too much edge on it, punching a sound out of Levi that was closer to pain than anything he’d experienced since their first time together as his vision tunneled and his skin went cold.
“Too hard,” Levi gasped, his face tingling and his fingers numb in the sheets. “Asher — slow —”
His voice cracked on it. His body was hitting a wall the wanting couldn’t push through — the fear was back, real and sharp, the reminder that the person inside him had hurt him before and meant it and Levi, like an idiot, saidnot gentle.
“Is that what you want?” Asher panted, his mouth hot against Levi’s ear, and his hips stilled. “Will you still be good for me?”
“Yes,” Levi grunted, blinking away tears. “Yes, please…”
Asher pulled out so suddenly Levi almost collapsed face-first into the mattress, a sound leaving his throat that was half-relief and half-loss. Asher shifted against the headboard and moved Levi — lifting him and repositioning him while he tried to catch his breath. Levi was straddling his lap before he fully understood what had happened. His knees were on either side of Asher’s waist, his hands braced on Asher’s chest, sweat cooling on hisskin. Asher looked up at him through dark lashes, his face flushed as he caught his breath too.
“You’ve been under me every time,” he said, squeezing Levi’s thighs as he flashed a smile that was as warm as it was wicked. “I want to see you do it.”
“I don’t know how to —”
“I know…that’s the part I want to see.” He leaned forward and latched onto Levi’s nipple without warning, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin while his tongue worked in fast circles. Levi gasped, the sensation shooting straight down through his stomach and into his cock where it throbbed against Asher’s abdomen. “Fuck — Asher, that’s —”
Asher released the nipple and blew cool air across it, watching the skin prickle as Levi shivered. “Now use your hand,” he said. “Grab my cock and sit. Slowly. I want to watch.”
Levi looked down at him. At the calm face, the thumbs on his hips, and the whiplash of the last thirty seconds made Levi’s head swim almost as much as the position itself — on top, exposed, hard and leaking against Asher’s stomach while Asher’s cock pressed hot against the cleft of his ass. His body was still carrying the fear from before and the arousal from now and neither one was winning.
He’d never done this. His thighs were already burning from holding himself up, Asher was watching with the patience of someone settling in for a show, and the mechanics of what he was supposed to do next were entirely abstract.
With his hand shaking, he reached behind himself and his fingers closed around the base of Asher’s cock. Levi’s face burned as he tried to line up, but the angle was awkward and his fingers slipped twice before the head pressed against his entrance, still sensitive and slick from before. He could feel Asher’s eyes on him, watching him fumble, and his face burned so hot he thought his skin might actually be radiating heat.
This is the most exposed I’ve ever been in my life and he’s enjoying every second of it.
Levi sank down. Not by choice — his thighs were trembling so badly that slow was the only speed available to him. Inch by burning inch, gravity pulled him down while his muscles fought to control the drop, the fullness deeper from this angle, his body weight forcing him open in a way that made his breath stutter and his fingers dig into Asher’s chest.
“Keep going, baby.” Asher’s voice had gone rough, his fingers twitching at Levi’s sides like he was trying very hard not to push him down. “You’re doing so good. Feel how you’re shaking? That’s you figuring out how much you need this.”
Levi’s legs wobbled and he sank another inch without meaning to, the loss of control pulling a whimper from him that he couldn’t catch. “I can’t— it’s too deep like this, I can’t…” His voice was humiliatingly high as his legs threatened to give out entirely.
Asher grinned and, in one brutal motion, shoved him down the rest of the way Levi cried out, shaking, curling inward as he collapsed forward onto Asher’s chest with his hands splayed against the headboard. “T-too…much…” he managed to whimper, his skin feeling like it was going to vibrate off his body.
“Fuck —” Asher’s voice cracked, his forehead against Levi’s collarbone. “You’re so — God —move, Levi. Ride me.”
Levi didn’t want to move until the aching stopped, but Asher moved him anyway, forcing his hips to roll forward. Levi winced and grit his teeth.Fuck it. He dug his fingertips into the headboard, feeling the varnish scrape up under his nails, and he moved, searching for the right way to move that worked from this direction. When he found the angle that hit his prostate just right, it was a relief so intense he nearly sobbed, dropping his head too hard and hitting his forehead against Asher’s.
“There it is,” Asher groaned. “That’s the one. Do it again.”
He did it again. And again. His rhythm was unsteady, his breathing ragged, and it was so good his vision was blurring at the edges — but his legs were failing fast. Within a minute his movements were slowing, every rise an act of will, and every descent a graceless drop that punched sounds out of both of them.
“Look at you,” Asher growled. “You’re trying so hard for me. Dripping on my stomach. You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re desperate, you know that?”
Levi’s legs gave another inch before the combination of praise and humiliation and the exhaustion made the room tilt. His body was simply done, the muscles spent, his want still screaming but the flesh unable to deliver what the want was asking for. “Asher, my legs — I need —”
Asher’s palms slid to the outside of Levi’s thighs, taking the weight, his fingers curling under his legs. And then he lifted.
Levi felt his body come up, smooth and controlled, Asher’s arms doing the work his legs couldn’t — and then Asher pulled him back down with the same strength.
“You need me.” Asher held Levi in place, thrusting up into him harder. “And I need you. That’s how it works. That’s how we work.”
