Chapter 37 #2
With a gentle but firm twist, Asher turned him, pressing Levi’s back against the cool tile wall.
Levi didn’t resist, his body yielding as Asher aligned their hips.
The initial friction sent a jolt through his groin that nearly buckled his resolve.
Levi was only half-hard, his hands instinctively shielding himself, but Asher captured his wrists, pinning them gently at Levi’s sides.
He rocked forward again, biting his lip as the slide of wet skin ignited sparks in his core, his balls tightening with the effort to stay in control.
“Please, Asher…” Levi gasped, his head bowing.
“I’m going to make you feel so good.” Asher’s voice was a low rumble, his heart pounding as Levi’s resistance stoked the fire in his veins.
“I don’t want—”
“You do. Look at me.” Asher’s lips hovered inches from Levi’s, the air between them thick with steam and desire. Levi’s hair clung to his forehead in wet curls, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “Look at me, Levi.”
God, he’s so beautiful like this—vulnerable, on the edge, all mine. No one else gets to see this.
“You’re stunning, baby. So fucking beautiful when you cry for me.
Let me help you.” Asher released his wrists and slid a hand between them, wrapping around Levi’s length.
He jolted forward, a sharp intake of breath escaping him even as his hips twitched away instinctively, and Asher felt him get harder.
A small, needy whine escaped Levi’s lips, and Asher felt drunk on it.
“Look how your body knows me, Levi. It remembers. You don’t have to think—just feel how good this is. I’m here to help you, to make it all better.” Asher’s strokes were patient, firm, coaxing more hardness with every pass.
“Asher, I don’t want—” Levi began, and then clamped down on his lower lip with his teeth, rocking forward into Asher’s grip.
“Yes, you do.” Asher leaned in, his lips brushing Levi’s ear. “You’re doing so well for me already. Are you going to be my good boy?”
“Asher—”
“That’s it, baby.” Asher kissed his cheek, tasting the salt of tears mingled with shower spray. “Let it happen. Let me take care of you. Say my name again.”
Levi’s hips bucked forward, and the motion lingered in Asher’s memory—this was just like in the boiler room, with pipes hissing and death lurking nearby. The same Levi, the same hungry pursuit, all under this new veil of reluctance and only the danger of black mold.
Asher pressed his hips closer, his hand adjusting to wrap firmly around them both, stroking them as one.
The sensation was overwhelming: the velvet slide of Levi against him, the pulse of their arousal syncing, making Asher’s breath hitch as he fought the rising tide in his own body.
He tried to keep the rhythm steady—Levi had to cum first. That was the rule.
“I love you so much,” Asher murmured against Levi’s mouth, his free hand cradling the back of Levi’s neck. “I’ll always love you. That’s why I need you to cum for me. Show me you still love me too, baby.”
“Fuck, I can’t—” Levi moaned.
“You can, and you will. Just this once, for me?” Asher captured his lower lip, sucking on it gently. “You feel so fucking good. So perfect—”
He quickened his strokes around them both, thumb teasing Levi’s tip while feeling his own cock throb in response, the pressure building dangerously.
Levi’s hands landed on Asher’s shoulders, no longer pushing.
Asher could sense it—the shift, the surrender building like the heat coiling in his gut.
“Cum for me, Levi. Be a good boy and let go.”
Levi shook his head, but his hips betrayed him, rocking faster into Asher’s grip.
His fingers dug into Asher’s shoulders, gripping hard—the telltale sign, his body’s decision to ride the wave his mind fought.
He was trembling, breaths coming in short, desperate catches, every muscle tense, his whines growing louder and more desperate.
“No more, no m—oh god, fuck I’m—” he gasped, his face bright red as his mouth fell open.
“Look at me, Levi,” Asher panted, grabbing at Levi’s hair and tilting his head back. “I want to watch you fall apart. Say it. Say my name.”
“I’m going to—going to cum,” Levi gasped, meeting his gaze. He looked…deliciously frightened. Overwhelmed. Like he was going to fall to pieces and let Asher pick up the pieces. “Asher, please, wait—I don’t want to, I don’t want to…fuck, Asher!”
The orgasm ripped through him, his body arching, spasms wracking him as Asher stroked them both through it, milking every drop out while clenching his jaw against his own edge.
Fuck, the way he looks, the way he sounds—it’s everything.
Asher moaned into Levi’s mouth as he spilled over both of them.
Levi’s release mingled with the water, swirling down the drain, but Asher held him close, murmuring praise against his temple.
For a few seconds the bathroom was water and breathing and two bodies holding each other up because neither could stand alone.
Then Levi started crying, his fingers still digging into Asher’s shoulders, pressing his forehead against his collar, and Asher just held him.
He always held him when Levi’s mind struggled with this part. The after. Levi was shy, so Asher had learned the crying was part of him overcoming the shyness. He was going to get his Levi back, one teary orgasm at a time if he had to.
“I’ve got you,” Asher whispered, wrapping his arms around Levi. “You did so good. You did so good for me.”
Levi cried harder.
Asher closed his eyes and held him under the water. The shower was warm. Levi was in his arms. Everything was perfect.