“Mm, I like how you say my name like that, like it starts at about here,” Asher murmured, putting his hand to Harry’s sternum.
Harry batted his hand away. He inched closer, taller. “Shut the fuck up.”
“If you want to put something in my mouth to keep me quiet,” Asher said teasingly. He licked his lips and drew his eyes down to Harry’s crotch and back up again. “Or you could bend me over the table.”
Harry closed his eyes and let out a measured breath through his nose. He said nothing.
“How long has it been for you?” Asher asked, keeping his tone light. Harry was close to snapping. He could feel it. “I’m gonna guess it’s been a while.”
Harry opened his eyes, his gaze fierce and dark. “You gotta death wish?”
Asher smiled.So close.“Depends on exactly how you plan on sending me. On my knees? Or bent over the table? I like it rough, just so you know.”
Harry took a step back and raised both hands. “You need. To stop. Fucking talking.”
One step more...
“How about you make me?” He slowly ran his hand down his stomach to his crotch and gave himself a squeeze. “God, all this foreplay turns me on so much.”
Harry fumed. His hands were fists at his sides. “Asher.”
Asher smirked, his tongue at the corner of his mouth, and ever so slowly, he dropped to his knees. He looked up at Harry licking his lips properly and opened his mouth. “Wanna shut me up, Harry?”
With a snarl, Harry took one large step toward him. Asher thought for a brief second Harry was going to follow through with a knee to Asher’s face, but no. He yanked down the fly of his pants, pulled his cock out with one hand, fisted Asher’s hair in his other, and fed his cock into Asher’s mouth.
It happened so quickly, Asher didn’t even have time to inspect and admire Harry’s dick before it was rammed down his throat. He gagged at first, but Harry never stopped. He face fucked him, tightly gripping his hair and driving him home.
Harry was big. Asher had to open wide for him. He relaxed his throat and took him in as far as he could manage.
* * *
Harry didn’t meanto hurt Asher. He didn’t mean to just fuck his mouth without consideration or comfort.
The way Asher had prodded and prodded him, to get the reaction he’d wanted. The way he’d gone to his knees and licked his lips.
Harry was thrusting into Asher’s mouth before he’d even realised what he was doing.
My God.The way he’d closed his eyes and hummed, taking Harry into his throat. Warm, wet. Sucking him, tonguing him.
He loosened his grip on Asher’s head, guiding instead, but Asher had groaned in disappointment.
Christ.He said he liked it rough.
Harry wasn’t going to last long anyway. It was too good, too hot, too tight, and it had been far too long...
He feels so good. So damn good.
Harry looked down at him. The sight almost brought him undone. Asher on his knees, his eyes glazed with bliss through dark eyelashes, his pink lips around Harry’s cock.Fuck.“You want it?”
Asher smiled around the shaft, sliding his lips down to the base. Harry was in his throat... then Asher’s hands snaked around the back of Harry’s thighs and pulled him in closer.
And Harry surged, pleasure exploding in his core. He gripped Asher’s head in both hands, thrusting in, and came down his throat. He fed him every drop, pulsing again and again, and Asher fucking hummed as he took it.
The room spun, Harry’s bones went to jelly, and Asher released him. “Fucking hell,” he mumbled.
Asher stood up, pulled a chair over and sat Harry in it. He went willingly, his vision swam, his head pounded. Asher gently tapped his face. “You okay?”
God, he hadn’t felt that good in years. “Mm, yeah.”