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.
43
Earthworm Slim
Thebitemarkwasthe kind of sore that sat in the tissue and pulsed with his heartbeat. He was on his side of the bed, with Asher’s arm across his ribs, and the bite mark was pulsing against the pillow.
His jaw was sore, his lips felt swollen, and his whole body was carrying the evidence of yesterday the way it carried evidence after every encounter with Asher — each soreness in its own location, its own register, like a permanent record of what happened and where.
He lay still and waited for the shame.
It didn’t come the way he expected.