Chapter 42 #2
Asher sank to his knees and took Levi’s face in his hands—the way he always took Levi’s face, both palms, thumbs stroking over sharp cheekbones—and kissed him deeply.
He could taste the remnants of his own cum on Levi’s tongue.
The taste was filthy, intimate, and perfect.
He groaned into Levi’s mouth, licking deeper.
“Your turn,” Asher murmured against his lips.
“What— Asher, you don’t have to—”
“Shut up. Lie back.”
He pushed Levi down onto the cold tile. Levi’s back hit with a startled gasp. Asher was already sliding down his body, hands hooking into the waistband of Levi’s sweats and dragging them roughly over his hips, freeing his cock.
“Asher, stop, I’m not—I don’t want this—”
“You’ve been rock-hard since you dropped to your knees for me,” Asher said, eyes raking over Levi’s flushed, trembling body. “Don’t lie to me about what you want.”
Levi’s hands landed on his shoulders in a push that wasn’t really a push.
Asher yanked the sweats the rest of the way off and settled between Levi’s spread thighs. The sight of him—laid out on the kitchen floor like an offering—made something feral uncoil in Asher’s chest.
He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the sharp bone of Levi’s hip, sucking hard enough to feel it against his teeth. Levi’s stomach contracted violently.
“You don’t have to—fuck, Asher—”
Asher dragged his mouth inward, along the sensitive crease where hip met thigh.
The skin here was scorching hot, impossibly soft, and it hit him like a drug.
He buried his nose there and breathed in deep, his lungs filling with the raw, addictive scent that lived underneath Levi’s clothes.
He was going to remember this smell forever.
Then his mouth found the head of Levi’s cock.
Levi’s entire body arched off the tile with a strangled cry. “Asher!”
Yes. My name. In that voice. Again.
Asher took him deeper, tongue swirling, mouth wet and greedy, and every desperate sound Levi made went straight to Asher’s spent cock, making it twitch with renewed interest.
“Stop—fuck, Asher, stop,” Levi gasped, even as his hips jerked upwards. “I don’t—I can’t—oh fuck…”
Asher hummed around him, sucking harder, as Levi’s hands flew to Asher’s hair, fingers twisting tight.
“God—don’t—don’t do that, I don’t want—fuck, yes, yes, just like that—fuck—”
The contradiction—Levi’s broken “no” melting into helpless praise—made Asher’s chest burn with dark satisfaction. He pulled off for a moment and looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. “Such a good boy,” Asher groaned. “Keep lying to me, baby, act like you don’t want me.”
He dove back down. Asher worked him with filthy, wet sounds, bobbing faster, sucking harder, gently fondling Levi’s balls. Levi’s thighs were practically crushing his skull, and he didn’t care one bit.
“Asher, Asher, oh god please—” Levi practically sobbed. “I don’t want to—”
Asher pulled off again with a wet pop, lips shiny and swollen. “Shut up and fuck my face.”
Levi’s eyes flashed with something raw and dangerous, a look Asher recognized instantly. The same look from the game: serious, desperate, and rapidly unraveling.
Yes.
“Shut up!” Levi’s grip tightened in Asher’s hair, and he yanked Asher’s head down and thrust up at the same time. “Just—fucking—oh God, oh God—just fucking shut—”
Asher moaned around him, his own eyes watering as Levi fucked his face with rough, shallow strokes. Saliva spilled down his chin. He kept his gaze locked upward, letting Levi see exactly how much he loved being used like this.
Levi’s rhythm grew erratic, breath hitching. “Fuck—Ash—I’m gonna—fuck, I’m close—stop—stop, I don’t want to—oh fuck, I’m gonna cum—”
Asher didn’t pull away. He took every thrust, every choked moan, until Levi came hard with Asher’s name breaking on his lips. He held it all, every drop, refusing to swallow yet.
Levi collapsed back against the tile, chest heaving, hands still tangled in Asher’s hair, tears tracking from the corners of his eyes.
I want to taste us together.
Asher crawled slowly up his body, hands braced on either side of Levi’s ribs, and when he reached Levi’s face, he leaned down and kissed him again. He pushed Levi’s cum into his own mouth, swirling his tongue around, licking into him to mix whatever remained of himself on Levi’s tongue.
Levi’s eyes flew wide. He gagged instantly, hands shoving at Asher’s shoulders.
“What the fuck—Asher—stop! That’s disgusting—”
The angry, overwhelmed outburst only made Asher hungrier. He chased Levi’s tongue with his own, forcing him to taste them together—salty, bitter, and intimate—until Levi was sputtering and gasping.
Asher finally pulled back just enough to bare his teeth as Levi continued to pound at his chest, trying to spit out the taste, and he found the exact spot on Levi’s neck he wanted to bite their first night together in the real world.
He bit down as hard as he could, his teeth sinking in, breaking capillaries, blood welling up around his teeth.
Levi’s body jerked violently beneath him, and the sound that tore out of him was a deep, guttural cry that faded into a whine, then a whimper, born from the place where pain and belonging lived together.
Asher held the bite, sucking hard enough to darken the mark instantly. When he finally released it, the bruise was already blooming—purple-red, almost exactly as it had been before.
Mine. Here. In the real world. On a body that doesn’t reset.
He pressed a gentle kiss to the fresh bite, then buried his face in Levi’s neck, breathing in that addictive scent. Levi’s arms, shaking and uncertain, came up and wrapped around Asher’s back.
They lay tangled on the kitchen floor in the morning light, the taste of each other still thick in their mouths, the fresh bite darkening on Levi’s neck; neither of them moved.