Epilogue #2
“Color?” Lev asked in a sexy rasp.
“Green,” Asher murmured against his cock, then sucked Lev into his mouth, and gave everything he had, fucking his throat on Lev’s cock until tears from the intrusion blended with the tears of relief that hadn’t stopped falling.
Lev moaned, hand falling to Asher’s head in ownership and rapture. The sight of his hero succumbing to pleasure turned Asher feral as he swallowed against the head of his cock.
“Wait. Slow down.” Lev gripped his cock and stepped back, withdrawing from Asher’s mouth.
Asher whimpered, leaning forward, tongue stretching toward him, knees still rooted to the spot.
“Mm. I like you like this, so eager. But you’ll have to wait a little longer. Stay.” Lev took a single step backward.
Asher huffed. “Don’t tease me. ”
Lev laughed darkly. “I would never tease you. If there’s something you need, tell me and I’ll give it to you.”
Now wasn’t the time for playing coy. “Please fuck my mouth until I can’t breathe and use my tears as lube when you fuck me.”
Lev’s brows lifted and the muscles in his forearm flexed. “My, my. What a filthy mind you have.” He mocked a pout and stroked his chin. “But, I’m not sure I’m convinced.” He took another step back. “If you really want me to do that, lock your hands behind your back and follow on your knees.”
Asher did as he was told, shuffling forward on his knees, turned on by the light degradation, willing to debase himself to the depths of humiliation. Lev would have done the same if the roles were reversed. They loved each other with equal shamelessness.
Lev backed away, leading Asher across the foyer, until he bumped into the wall. Asher toppled forward, so deep in subspace, he didn’t try to catch himself, because Lev had told him not to use his hands.
Lev caught Asher and stroked his shoulders with his thumbs. “I’ve got you, darling.”
“You always protect me.”
“You protect me too.” Lev’s hands tightened around Asher’s shoulders. “Now, no more talking. Tap my thigh twice if your color changes, and I will stop immediately. Show me.”
Asher tapped his thigh as directed.
“Good lad. Open your mouth.”
“Yes, sir.” Asher opened wide and displayed his tongue, begging with his eyes.
Lev took his cock in hand and jerked himself lazily, exposing more and more of his glans with each tug, torturing Asher with the tantalizing image.
Asher whimpered, desperate for Lev’s low gasps, and harsh curses, the long moans that reverberated inside his chest. He needed Lev to stuff his throat with his cock and fill his stomach with cum, and then fuck his ass until he fed cum into his guts.
“Ah-ah.” Lev tapped his cock on Asher’s lips. “Whimpering is too close to talking.”
Lev rubbed his cock over Asher’s face, painting precum on his lips and cheeks. Asher had never felt so adored by something so disrespectful. If he’d been allowed to talk, he would have thanked him.
All thoughts of anything else scattered to the four corners of the earth only he and Lev inhabited as Lev plunged back into Asher’s mouth and slid down his throat. Asher submitted, even as he gagged, even as tears flooded his vision, and saliva drooled down his neck.
“Show me you can breathe,” Lev said in a gravelly grunt, glacier gaze alert and inquisitive behind the veil of lust, cheeks flushed down to his freckles, jawline sharp with agonized pleasure, lips parted on a gasp as Asher swallowed his head and inhaled through his nose.
“Good lad. Again.”
Asher exhaled and inhaled again, falling deeper into subspace, so safe in Lev’s hands, he’d handed him control over his breaths.
“Look at you listening so well, holding me in your throat.” Lev’s voice broke into a moan. “ Fuck me , Blakely. Your mouth is ecstasy.” His hand tightened in Asher’s hair, stinging Asher’s scalp and spilling more tears down his face. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this.”
Lev cupped Asher’s cheek and pulled his cock back, leaving a thread of spit connecting them as Asher caught his breath. “What color are you? You may speak.”
“Still green,” Asher gasped, throat raw. “Please fuck me.”
“Oh, I’m afraid I’m not finished with you yet. I’ll need a great deal more tears before I can fuck you.”
Asher didn’t answer, only opened his mouth wider and waited like the good boy he was. Lev pushed his cock back in and fucked his mouth in earnest, filling the foyer with the gluck-gluck of his cock wedged in and out of Asher’s spasming throat.
Tears and drool spilled down Asher’s front, saturating his shirt as he cried with relief and love and getting his throat fucked to within an inch of his life. Lev’s head tipped back, exposing his neck. He was close.
Lev pulled out roughly, and dragged his cock over Asher’s face, bathing himself in Asher’s tears. Asher extended his tongue and lapped at Lev’s balls.
“You’re so perfect, baby,” Lev said, awe-laced pride projected in his tone. “Turn around and get on your hands and knees for me.”
Trembling and breathing through silent tears, Asher nodded and did as he was told. Lev pressed between Asher’s shoulders until his cheek rested on the floor, then pulled Asher’s sweatpants down only enough to bare his ass.
Lev scanned Asher’s face. “I’m going to fuck you now. Do you want me to do that?”
Asher nodded.
“Words, Blakely. I need to hear your consent.”
Asher rolled his eyes. “Begging for an aggressive throat fucking wasn’t consent enough?”
“What happened to my good lad?” Lev teased.
“Your good lad is going to be very bad if you don’t get inside of me right now.”
Lev clicked his tongue. “As tempting as that sounds, I’m afraid I must get lube first.”
“What?” Asher glared over his shoulder.
“Tears and spit is hardly enough lubrication to take me. I told you, I don’t like to break my toys, but please do continue to run your bratty mouth as much as you wish.”
Asher would have, but Lev reached into Asher’s sweatpants pocket and pulled out his wallet.
“I stashed lube packets in here for just such an occasion. ”
“That’s almost as bad as the stalker watch.”
“You should thank me. I was only anticipating your greedy, impatient hole.” Lev rubbed the packet between his hands to warm it, tore it open with his teeth, and worked the lube around and inside Asher’s hole with one perfunctory caress of his finger.
“Fuck, Lev.”
Lev laughed sinfully, and spat on Asher’s hole, then pushed his cock inside in one long, slow thrust until his hips were flush. A cold sweat broke out across Asher’s skin, goosebumps running like wildfires, every hair in his body lifting, his muscles tensing, his toes curling.
“Ready to come already?” Lev teased.
“Lev,” Asher growled.
“ Ash. ”
Before Asher could say something snarky, Lev pulled back slowly, and buried himself back in with a roll of his hips that dragged his cock against Asher’s prostate. Asher mewled, a sound he’d be embarrassed about later, but gave no fucks about now.
Pleasure crashed over him like the waves outside, giving him no chance to bob above the surface as Lev took his pleasure too, curling over him, whispering how much he loved him, how he’d live in the now with him for as long as the world existed, how he’d follow Asher in death, haunting him for the rest of his life in a way that didn’t hurt, in a way that kept him safe, and loved, and cared for until he joined him later in the afterlife.
At some point his promises turned to prayers, to whatever gods had brought them together, and then his prayers went quiet and Lev’s thrusts turned frantic, charged and electric, raining down pleasure so powerful it pushed Asher off the cliff into nirvana.
Lev dove in after him on an ardent moan, thrusting with erratic abandon as his cock surged .
A surprise second orgasm rumbled through him, but it wasn’t Lev’s climax that got him there.
It was the call of the void in their connected gaze, asking, What if?
It was Asher’s answer as he leapt into the depths of Lev’s soul.
It was the realization that their love was as powerful as the storms that battered Lichenmoor, as the endless tide and vengeful ocean, as two phoenixes immolating and born again in the ashes of their suffering.