“Asher, I’m serious, get off —” Levi shoved at his chest hard. His jaw set, his eyes bright with something closer to anger, the thing in him that saidstay there, sharpened into an actual blade. “I said no.”
Levi’s eyes were wide and furious and alive. His mouth, God his mouth was set in a line and the line wasnoand the no was coming from a real person, not the shell of one. Asher wanted to put his mouth on thenoand taste it.
So he did.
He caught Levi’s mouth mid-protest and sealed it with his own, grabbing the back of Levi’s neck to hold the kiss in place. Levi’s nextnodissolved against Asher’s lips, but he still shoved at Asher, and Asher kissed him through the shove.
Levi bit him, and it wasn’t a love-bite, it was afuck youbite, sharp and mean. Asher tasted blood. His own blood. On Levi’s teeth.
His whole body lit up.
Oh, you beautiful thing. You bit me. You bit me, and I can taste it, and you’re so angry, and I love you so much right now I can barely stand it.
“Do that again,” Asher murmured as he pulled back, smiling with blood on his teeth. He cocked his head and looked at his blood on Levi’s lips. “Or you can do something more fun with that mouth. I’ll return the favor.”
Levi glared at him. “Fuck off, Asher.”
“You’re so beautiful like this.” He pushed down on Levi’s neck. “You’re so much prettier when you’ve got that fight in you than when you’re sitting on my couch staring at nothing. This is you. The biting and the shoving and theno— this is the you I missed.”
Without warning, Asher pulled Levi sideways and dropped him.
Levi’s knees hit the cold tile hard. A sharp gasp punched out of him as his hands flew up instinctively, fisting desperately in the loose waistband of Asher’s pajama bottoms instead of pushing him away. His face was now perfectly level with Asher’s hips, and the glare on Levi’s face fractured—his eyes going huge and glassy as he swallowed hard, throat working visibly.
For once, Levi didn’t look away. Not even when his hands began to tremble violently or when his lashes grew heavy with unshed tears.
“There,” Asher said, soft and almost tender. He brushed Levi’s hair back from his flushed face, fingertips tracing the sharp line of his cheekbone. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”
Levi stared up at him, his mouth a stubborn, sealed line, jaw clenched tight.
“I know you’re scared,” Asher murmured, one hand still cradling Levi’s head while the other slowly pushed his pants down his hip until he sprang free, already flushed dark and leaking. “You’re always scared at first… and then you’re not. And then you’re so fucking good for me you forget you were ever scared at all.”
The fabric cleared his hips. Asher’s voice dropped into a rough command. “Open for me, Levi. Let me see that pretty tongue.”
Levi’s jaw stayed locked. His fingers dug harder into Asher’s thighs, nails biting through the thin fabric like he was fighting himself. Asher had to bite the inside of his cheek as Levi’s fingers dug into the sore beneath the fabric.
He’s not opening.
Asher gripped Levi’s jaw, pressing in where the joint met his skull, and squeezed. Levi’s mouth opened on a broken, helpless sound that shot straight to Asher’s cock.
“Good boy,” Asher growled. “Tongue out. Show me.”
Levi’s tongue slid out, pink and wet, trembling. The sight of him—kneeling on the kitchen tile, mouth forced open, tongue presented, tears glistening on his lashes—hit Asher somewhere deep, something far beyond mere lust. It filled the hollow place inside his chest with something possessive and devastating.
“Good boy,” he repeated, rougher this time. “Just like that. Let me feel you.”
He guided the swollen head of his cock forward with one hand, the other fisted tight in Levi’s hair. The first touch of Levi’s hot, slick tongue against the sensitive underside made Asher’s entire body lock up.
“Fuck—” The word punched out of him. “Your mouth— Jesus, Levi… close your lips. Tighter. Yeah, just like that—fuck.”
The moment Levi’s soft lips sealed around him in that tight, wet heat, Asher’s mind went blank for several long seconds. When thought returned, he looked down again and the image of Levi staring up at him through wet lashes, his cheeks flushed dark, lips stretched obscenely around him, burned itself into Asher’s soul.
“Look at you,” Asher rasped. “Those gorgeous fucking eyes looking up at me while your mouth is stuffed full of my cock. You have no idea what you do to me. None.”
His hips rolled forward in shallow thrusts, feeding more of himself into that perfect heat. “Use your tongue. Give me that little swirl you did back in the sanitarium.”
Levi obeyed instantly. The swirling pressure sent lightning up Asher’s spine. “There—fuck, don’t stop—you’re so good for me, baby, so fucking good—”
Levi’s hands moved. One braced on Asher’s hip, controlling the depth; the other wrapped tight around the thick base of his cock. The dual sensation ripped a raw groan out of Asher’s throat. “Your hand—yes, good boy, just like that—”