“I missed holding you while you’re dying,” he murmured against his lips.
Levi’s hands were still bound above his head. His body was still impaled. Blood was still smeared between them. And yet he felt the terrifying truth settle deep in his chest:
He didn’t want Asher to let go.
His voice came out as a croak. “I love you.”
The words had barely left Levi’s lips before Asher began to move again, slower this time, but no less devastating. The first drag of his cock against Levi’s oversensitive walls pulled a whine out of him.
“Wait, Asher…too much…please…” Levi protested weakly, tears already spilling fresh down his temples. His body was still twitching with the violence of his first orgasm. “I can’t…I can’t—”
“You can,” Asher murmured, eerily calm now. The suffocation seemed to have quieted something in him, leaving behind a terrifying, controlled hunger. He rolled his hips in long, deliberate strokes, grinding deep on every thrust so Levi felt every inch. “You’re going to take it. You’re going to lie here tied to my bed and take everything I give you.”
Levi whimpered pathetically, hips twitching uselessly. “No more—”
“Just a little more, Levi. For me. Be good for me.” Asher’s voice was low, almost soothing, as he continued the slow, thorough fucking. He grabbed Levi’s bangs and tilted his head back, forcing their eyes to meet. “You’re so fucking pretty when you’re like this, baby. So whiney and needy for me.”
Levi was still soft, but Asher was pressed so close to him that every roll of his hips rubbed Levi’s over sensitive cock against the plane of his abs, trapped between their bodies, throbbing painfully. “Please, please, please Asher—dovey—just let me…oh god, just—”
Asher slowed even more, reducing his thrusts to shallow, grinding rolls that brought Levi right to the razor’s edge without letting him tip over. Levi let out a long, miserable whine as the feeling began to climb again, too fast and too sudden.
He pulled at the cuffs weakly, his arms still heavy and distant from the oxygen deprivation. He couldn’t even see Asher through his continuous tears, just the blur of blond hair andblood smeared lips. “No! No no no—please, please don’t slow down, don’t—”
“Fuck, Levi.” Asher shuddered as he leaned down, his lips brushing Levi’s ear as he spoke in a calm, terrifying voice. “You’re never leaving this bed, Levi. I’m going to keep you right here. Tied to the headboard—mmhm fuck, like that, squeeze me tighter baby—every night. I’m going to fuck you until you cry, until—ah—you’re shaking and begging and leaking my cum for days. You’re never leaving this house. You’re mine. Every sound you make is mine. Every bruise. Every drop of blood. Fuck, so good… You’re going to wake up every morning with my cock already inside you and you’re going to thank me for it.”
Levi sobbed as the words sank into him like teeth. “Please—please, please please— I need to cum, it hurts!” he gasped. “Please…I’ll do anything—”
Asher finally gave in, picking up speed again and Levi’s gasps turned into pitiful cries. “Yes! Yes, thank you thank you,fuck— I’m cumming— I’m cumming—!”
The second orgasm hit him like a violent wave. Levi screamed, writhing as he pulsed weakly between them, the overstimulation making it feel like the orgasm was being dragged out of him by force, bordering on agony.
Asher fucked him through every second of it, drawing out every cry, every sob, every helpless twitch of Levi’s body. Only when Levi’s screams had dissolved into hoarse, whimpering gasps did Asher finally let out a moan and bury himself to the hilt, cumming with a low, possessive groan. Levi felt the hot, heavy pulses of release flooding deep inside him, claiming him from the inside out.
For a long moment there was only the sound of their ragged breathing and the weak creaking of Levi tugging at the restraints.
Asher finally reached up with steady hands and unbuckled the cuffs. The moment Levi’s arms were free they dropped limply to the bed, wrists raw and bruised. Asher gathered him close immediately, wrapping both arms around him with almost crushing strength, one hand cradling the back of Levi’s head.
Levi was still shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face, his body twitching with random aftershocks. The cut on his thigh throbbed. His wrists burned. His hole felt raw and used and still full of Asher’s cum. He felt ruined in the best and worst ways possible.
Asher pressed soft kisses to his tear-stained cheeks, his temple, the corner of his mouth — gentle in a way that felt dissonant after everything that had just happened.
“You were so good for me. Levi, so good,” Asher whispered against his lips. The words should have been horrifying. “I love you so much. So fucking much. I’m never letting you go. Not tonight. Not ever.”
Levi buried his face in the crook of Asher’s neck, still trembling, still crying quietly.
He had chosen this.
He had begged for it.
And somewhere in the exhausted, satisfied haze of his wrecked body, he knew he would choose it again tomorrow.
And the day after that.
Forever.
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