Levi did, the shame burning hotter than the pain in his ass or wrist. The moment he did, Asher rewarded him with another slow drool of saliva, this time letting it drip messily across his lips and tongue before kissing him hard, tasting himself inside Levi’s mouth.
“Fuck, you should see your face,” Asher groaned between kisses, hips snapping harder. “The way your eyes go glassy when I’m fucking you open. The way you moan when it hurts…”
“Shut up—”
Asher bit down on Levi’s lower lip hard enough to sting, then soothed it with his tongue. His free hand cracked against the side of Levi’s ass again—sharper this time—making him clenchviolently around the cock buried inside him. Asher hissed in pleasure. “Do that again.”
He slapped the same spot twice more in quick succession, each crack louder than the last, until Levi’s skin felt raw. The pain blended with the relentless drag of Asher inside him until Levi couldn’t tell which sensation was making him shake harder.
Asher stopped suddenly, buried to the hilt, both of them panting into each other’s mouths. Strong hands slid under his back and thighs, lifting him effortlessly. Levi’s arms locked around Asher’s neck on pure instinct, his legs tightening as the shift in position drove Asher deeper. The sudden vertigo of being held while still impaled made his stomach flip.
“What are you—”
“Moving,” Asher answered, already walking toward the bunk. Every single step jolted through him, his own cock painfully hard and leaking, rubbed against Asher’s stomach with every stride, leaving a slick trail between them. The evidence of how desperately he wanted this made his face burn with humiliation.
He tried to adjust his grip on Asher, but ended up rolling his hips, sinking further down and a loud, humiliating moan tore out of him.
“You’re actually trying to fuck yourself on my cock while I carry you,” Asher huffed against his neck, grinning. “That might be the hottest fucking thing you’ve ever done.”
Levi buried his face in Asher’s neck, trying to hide from himself. “Shut the fuck up—”
“Never.” Asher lowered them onto the narrow bunk. The sudden softness against Levi’s back after the unforgiving desk was disorienting. Asher’s weight settled over him, pressing him down, and the new angle let him drive even deeper, stealing Levi’s breath. The bunk frame slammed against the wall like some sort of horrifying, creaking countdown.
“Slow down—” Levi’s hand shoved at Asher’s hip. “That’s too much—you’re being too rough, fuck—slowdown—”
“I told you,” Asher snarled, his teeth sinking hard into the side of Levi’s throat until Levi cried out, yanking at his hair to pull him away. “We’re doing this the wayIwant.“ His hips snapped forward viciously, punching the air out of Levi’s lungs. “And this is me being easy on you.”
“I can’t breathe—” he gasped. It felt good. It hurt. He felt like he was suffocating and breathing too much. Levi pulled his leg back, trying to get some leverage against Asher to make him slow down, but Asher pushed his knee up towards his chest, pinning it there with his shoulder without slowing.
Asher’s hand clamped around Levi’s jaw, forcing their eyes to lock. “This is me being careful because it’s the first time again. Next time, I won’t be careful. Next time I’m going fuck you stupid, and I’ll put you back together while you thank me for it.”
“There’s not going to be a next—fuck—Asher, please—”
Asher changed the angle and Levi’s toes curled, a raw, shocked cry ripping out of him.
“Give me a minute,” Levi gasped, clawing at Asher’s back. “Just—mmph oh god—one minute, I can’t take it—please—”
“No.” Asher’s rhythm stayed punishing, hips driving deep and steady. His mouth found Levi’s ear, his breath scalding. “You don’t need a minute. You need to stop thinking and let this slutty little body have what it wants. I canfeelwhat it wants, Levi. I’m buried inside it. Feel how hard you’re squeezing me?”
His hand slid between their sweat-slick bodies and wrapped around Levi’s cock, stroking him in counterpoint to every thrust. The dual assault shredded what little control Levi had left.
“Please—Asher,please, I need to cum—fuck, I’m so close already—”
“I know exactly what you need.” Asher’s grip tightened. “Cum for me. Keep your eyes open. Don’t you dare fucking close them.”
The orgasm ripped up from the base of Levi’s spine in a white-hot coil that detonated somewhere deep behind his balls. It felt like every nerve in his body had been rewired straight to his cock. His back arched so sharply it felt like his spine might snap, legs locking vise-tight around Asher’s waist as thick, pulsing ropes of cum shot between them, splattering hot across both their stomachs. Each spurt was almost painful in its strength, and he clenched wildly around Asher’s cock like it was trying to pull him even deeper.
“Beautiful,” Asher breathed, stilling as he watched Levi writhe. He lifted his cum-covered hand to his lips, his eyes still locked on Levi’s, as he began to lick his hand clean. “So fucking beautiful when you cum for me.”
Levi collapsed, limp and trembling, trying to convince his mind to work again, but all he could do was pant. But Asher didn’t stop. He started moving again.
“No—no, no—” Levi shoved weakly at Asher’s chest, panic spiking as every nerve ending screamed. “Fuck, it’s too sensitive, I can’t—please stop—”
It felt like his body was trying to crawl out of its own skin. Every thrust sent sharp, crackling jolts racing up his spine and down the backs of his thighs. His cock, still half-hard and twitching, ached with that horrible too-much feeling that made his eyes sting.
“One more.” Asher gathered him closer, arms like iron bands, hips still rolling with cruel precision. Each thrust sent forced sharp, desperate sounds out of Levi. “One more for me. You’re going to cum for me again.”
”Ican’t—I fucking can’t, it hurts—please—it’s too much, please—”