33. Feel You Everywhere #2
Asher’s eyes flashed to Lev’s. There was something there, but the thought didn’t stick, not when Asher sank down again, and fucked himself faster, cock swaying tantalizingly, flinging precum between them.
Lev gripped Asher’s hips and helped him, drawing more moans from Asher’s mouth. Pleasure zipped up Lev’s spine.
“Please. I need…” Asher gasped. “Oh, fuck. Lev .” He said his name on another long moan. “Please.”
Lev couldn’t bear to see Asher hurt, even if what pained him was the need to get off. He pumped upward and took over fucking Asher up and down his cock like a sex doll.
“Oh, fuck. I’m going to—” Asher said in a rush as his body bore down around Lev’s cock. “Fuck. I’m coming.”
Asher tossed his head back, grinding his hips, keeping Lev deep inside of him. Lev reached his fingers to feel Asher’s hole stretched around him, tightening and twitching as he climaxed.
Asher collapsed forward and buried his face in Lev’s neck, hearts thumping between them. Lev kissed Asher’s hair, trailing his fingers down the center of his slick back, up and down the delicate ridges of his spine.
“I love you, Asher Blakely. For your beautiful mind. For your art. For opening the heart you’ve kept locked. For giving me yet another chance.”
“I love you too,” Asher whispered.
Lev reached between them, pilfering some of Asher’s cum, and hummed as he tasted it. He was so turned on, he’d probably wept enough precum inside of Asher that he’d be full for weeks.
But he was a gentleman, so he rifled through the sheets for Asher’s shirt, but came up empty, and was halfway through shucking the case from his pillow when? —
“What are you doing?” Asher asked, brows darting together.
“Getting something to clean you with.” Lev grunted as he successfully removed the pillowcase.
“We’re not done,” Asher said. “But I am exhausted. Get on top.”
“You’re not sore?”
“No.” Asher laughed, core tightening around Lev’s length.
“In that case…” Lev flipped Asher onto his back and folded his knees to his chest.
Like the good boy that he was, Asher hooked his forearms under his knees to hold the position.
He kissed Asher as he slicked more oil on his cock, then sat back on his heels. “Ready?”
“Yes,” Asher said and bit into his bottom lip.
Lev added more oil and a finger. Asher’s hole was tight, but soft under pressure, broken in, ready to be fucked back open.
Watching Asher for any sign of pain, Lev pushed inside slowly. Asher’s head fell back, spilling dark curls against his pillow. Lev liked him like that, body arched, baring his neck. He wanted more. Lev pulled back and gave a careful, exploratory thrust.
Asher whimpered. Lev slowed.
“Don’t fucking stop,” Asher said.
In that case… Lev loosely gripped Asher’s dick and fucked him harder.
“Still okay?”
“Oh my God. If I’d had any idea you would fuck me this stilted, I would have never let you get on top.”
“Such impatience.” Lev laughed and thrust into him again. This time, he didn’t hold back, even as Asher stitched together a stream of curse words and thrashed his head from side to side and clawed at his biceps, between pleading, Don’t stop.
“You’re going to come again for me, aren’t you, pretty American?”
Asher moaned and arched his back even more, nearly levitating off the bed.
“Such a greedy lad.” Lev punished him with a deep stroke. “You fit like you were made to take my cock, made for me.”
Lev cradled Asher’s face between his palms and kissed him, keeping his eyes open, wrecked by Asher’s reverent gaze trained on him.
“I need…” Asher gasped.
Lev pressed deeper, deeper than he’d dared before. “What do you need? Tell me and I’ll give it to you. Do you need to come again?”
“I can’t.”
Lev clucked his tongue and slowed some. “Give yourself some credit,” he teased. “You’re a strong lad. You simply need to apply yourself.”
“You’re such an asshole.” Asher’s eyes narrowed, and he leveled the most adorable scowl at him.
Lev laughed darkly, and reared back up, grabbing hold of Asher’s knees and parting them for a better look as he plowed into him.
Lev rolled his hips, fussing with his angle to drag his cock against Asher’s prostate. Then he rubbed Asher’s stomach with his free hand.
“Look at you, stuffed with my cock. I can’t wait to fill you up.”
With a keening cry, Asher exploded, and the sight of Asher coming apart on his cock, of the tattooed devotion writhing over Asher’s skin as he fell to pieces, vulnerable and trusting that Lev wouldn’t hurt him, was like a button pressed on his prostate, shooting sparks down his lower half, tightening all the muscles in his body.
His orgasm was like a freight train slamming into him.
He hadn’t come inside someone in years. He hadn’t come inside someone he cared about since Silas. The connection of claiming Asher felt so much stronger because he’d had a choice.
Asher shivered through a shuddering sigh. Reluctantly, Lev slid out of him.
“Hey, where are you going?” Asher snagged Lev’s arm.
“The loo. I’ll be right back, darling.” Lev dipped into the bathroom and returned with a warm, wet towel and a dry one. Asher lifted his head and reached for the towel, but Lev shook his head.
“Let me clean you.” Of all Lev’s dominant tendencies, caretaking was his strongest kink.
Asher lifted his head from the pillow. “I can do it.”
“I’d like to take care of you, if that’s alright with you.”
Asher chewed on his bottom lip, then nodded, and rested his head against the pillow.
“Thank you,” Lev murmured, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“I should be thanking you.”
Lev peeled the blankets back. “It pleases me to do this for you.”
“Oh.” Asher knit his fingers together over his chest and stared up at the same painted ceiling looming over Lev every night.
Lev dropped his gaze under the guise of focusing on his task, overwhelmed. Blakely held all the power to break his heart.
“You’re stunning like this, sated, well-fucked, cum crystallized on my art.”
Lev dragged the wet towel down Asher’s chest, cleaning errant cum from the self-portrait over Asher’s heart, down and around the ouroboros.
They both fell quiet as Lev cleaned their mess. Lev handled his soft, velvety cock gently, assuming it would be oversensitive. Asher squirmed, and his cock perked up, rising sluggishly.
“How are you hard again?”
“I can’t help it when you’re touching me.”
“I hope I’m able to keep up.”
Asher sat up and curled his arm around Lev’s neck, pulling him close. Lev lost his train of thought in the golden haze of Asher’s irises.
“You’re more than enough for me,” Asher said. “Hands down, the best sex of my life. Better than any fantasy. Your age doesn’t bother me. Hell, you’re in better shape than I am.”
Lev thanked him with a tender kiss, murmuring his gratitude aloud as they parted. After Lev disposed of the towels, he lifted the lid of the crystal decanter on the bedside table and poured water into Asher’s glass.
“Thank you.” Asher took a sip and swallowed. “Top tier aftercare.”
“How are you feeling?”
“A little sore. A little high.”
Lev sat at the edge of the bed again, one leg crossed over the other, spine straight, and tapped Asher’s temple. “What about up here? Any regrets?”
Asher blinked. “What? No. Do you regret it?”
“No, but I wouldn’t blame you if you got caught up in the moment…”
“I’m not going to change my mind.”
“I’ve been so touch-starved and lost without you.
” Lev brushed Asher’s hair back from his brow and kissed his forehead.
“I may have fallen in love with you through your art first, but now that I’ve met you, I’ve fallen in love with you, and if I look at myself the way you do, I think I’m starting to see I deserve love too. ”
“You do.” Asher ended with a yawn.
“Let’s get you to bed.”
Lev rearranged them in bed away from the wet spot he’d placed the dry towel over. Asher hugged his side and slung one leg over him, resting his head over Lev’s heart.
Asher’s breathing slowed, his muscle tone slackened, weight pressing down on Lev’s chest. Pride swelled inside him. His lad was getting the sleep he needed, the sleep he hadn’t been able to find without Lev’s help.
It was nice to be needed in a way that wasn’t codependent.