Chapter 7 #3
“You’re a fucking psychopath—oh god—”
“And you love it.” Asher’s hand returned to Levi’s spent cock, stroking fast and ruthless.
The friction on his oversensitive length was agonizing, every stroke sending sparks that felt too bright, too sharp.
Asher’s teeth sank into the fresh bite mark on Levi’s throat as he growled against his skin, “You’re mine Levi.
Say you’re mine. I need to hear you say it. ”
I’m going to die…this is going to kill me.
“I’m not— I won’t—fuck, Asher, please, please—” Levi could feel it starting to build again, like a low, throbbing pressure deep inside of him.
His already oversensitive prostate felt swollen and raw, each drag of Asher’s cock over it sending sharp, electric shocks that bordered on agony.
The pleasure had long since crossed over into something cruel — every stroke lit up every raw nerve ending at once, making his thighs tremble uncontrollably and his stomach clench tight.
“Yes you are. Say it, Levi. You’re mine.”
“I’m yours! Don’t stop, I’m yours, I’m yours!” Levi keened, his mind practically fleeing his body as every muscle in his body drew taut. “Please—please don’t stop, oh god, I-I-I—”
“That’s my good boy.” Asher pushed his other knee to his chest, holding Levi open, his face reddened and sweating as he used his whole body to thrust into him. “ You want me to cum inside you? Want me to breed this greedy hole while you scream?”
“Yes—yes—fuck, Asher, I’m close, I’m so close again—please let me cum—please—!
” Heat crawled up the backs of his legs, pooled hot and heavy as it spread through his pelvis in dizzying waves.
The pressure inside him kept climbing, tighter and tighter, until it felt like a coiled spring being wound past its limit.
His chest heaved, breaths coming in short, desperate sobs as tears slipped from the corners of his eyes as the overwhelming sensation spread — a horrible, perfect mix of too much pleasure and not enough at the same time. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, please!”
Asher’s thumb pressed against his slit, and the second orgasm ripped through his oversensitive body like lightning. Levi screamed, back arching sharply, tears streaming as his vision whited out.
“Asher—Asher, oh god!“ Every pulse felt like it was being torn out of him. His cock throbbed painfully between them, shooting weak, watery spurts that hurt as much as they felt good, his throat raw and wrecked.
“Fuck, yes, that’s it, so fucking good for me—fuck, fuck, fuck!
“ Asher followed with a low, broken groan, his hips stuttering as he came deep inside Levi, flooding him with pulse after pulse of heat. The sensation of being filled while still cumming himself was overwhelming—too full, too much, too intimate. “So fucking good for me…so good…that’s mine. You’re mine. Mine.”
He felt Asher collapse onto him and he was too far away in his own body to care.
The world returned in fragments.
Asher’s weight. Their ragged breathing. The creak of the bunk. Levi’s body still trembling violently in the aftermath, legs still locked around Asher, tears still sliding down his face. Asher pulled out slowly, and the wet slide drew a small, pathetic sound from Levi’s throat.
Asher wiped the tears from Levi’s face, then the mess on his stomach, then between his legs with gentleness that made Levi flinch because everything was still too raw.
Then he lifted Levi’s bruised hand to his mouth, and kissed every swollen knuckle with deliberate softness—the same hands that had caused the damage now soothing it.
“You’re crying again,” Asher murmured, fingers carding gently through Levi’s damp hair.
“I know.”
Asher pressed a kiss to his temple. “You were incredible.”
“I hate you.”
“You love me.” Another kiss, this one to the corner of his eye. “You’re so beautiful when you pretend you hate me.”
They just lay in the narrow bunk, Asher curled around him from behind, one arm across his waist, his thumb tracing idle circles on Levi’s hip.
He didn’t know how much time had passed until his mind could fully rejoin his body and he convinced his eyes to open.
They landed on the desk across the room, to the gun still there.
“Any more questions?” Asher asked, stroking his hair.
Think, Levi. Think. You might not get another chance…
“When I wake up,” he said. Rough. Barely there. “And you’re already there…what do I look like?”
Asher’s fingers paused in his hair. “Your eyes are open,” he said. “But you’re not there. Nobody else notices — they talk to you and you answer, but the answers are wrong. Too slow. Like someone reading a script.” His thumb traced the curve of Levi’s ear. “I can always tell.”
“What do you do?”
“I wait. I sit beside you if I can. Or I stand where I can see you. And I wait.”
“For how long?”
“However long it takes.” Asher kissed his neck gently. “And then you gasp.”
Levi was quiet.
“Every time,” Asher said. “You always gasp when you come back to me.” His voice dropped, his tone softer than anything he’d said all night, “It’s my favorite sound.”
Levi’s eyes burned. Not from crying. From the thing that lived in the same place as he loves me and he hurts me in a way that had nothing to do with his body.
Levi pressed his face into the pillow. The answers sat in him — the campsite, the murder, the suicides, the waiting, the gasp.
The person wrapped around him who killed himself every time Levi died to get back to him faster and sat beside his empty shell and waited for a gasp.
Asher didn’t say I love you, because he didn’t need to after that. The silence where it should have been filled the narrow bunk, and they lay in it together on a dead man’s mattress with the ship humming around them.