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“Good,” Asher said. He swung a leg over Harry’s lap, aligning his crotch with Harry’s face, and he unzipped his pants and pulled out his erection. He pulled back his foreskin, swiped his precome with his thumb, and gripped Harry’s chin so he could swipe his thumb across Harry’s bottom lip. “Open wide.”
Harry wasn’t used to being told what to do. Not in life, certainly not when it came to sex. But when Harry didn’t open wide, Asher slipped his thumb into Harry’s mouth and pulled his jaw down. Then he cupped his cheek, none too gently, and tapped his cockhead on Harry’s tongue before thrusting in.
Harry hadn’t given head in a long time. Areallylong time. He thought he might have forgotten how... but he closed his lips around Asher’s shaft, and instinct and memory took over.
The heat, the hardness, the tang; he’d missed this.
Asher pushed his hips forward, standing right up to Harry now, his thighs against his shoulders and his hand on the back of Harry’s head. “Fuck, yeah,” Asher groaned. He flexed his hips, not even thrusting. Just in all the way and trying to go deeper still.
So Harry gripped his ass and squeezed, his fingers right up near his asshole, rubbing and teasing through his jeans. Asher trembled, swelling in Harry’s mouth, and with a stilted cry, he shot his load down Harry’s throat.
Asher’s hands held Harry’s head, rubbing gently at his scalp, his neck and shoulders. Caressing and intimate, something Harry wasn’t really familiar with. Then, before he pulled out, he ran his hand up, cupping Harry’s throat, and he looked down.
“Now, that’s fucking beautiful,” he said, his voice low and gravelly.
He pulled out slowly, enjoying the view, but he didn’t step back too far. He kept Harry’s chin raised and he wiped his lips with his thumb, groaning as he did. His eyes were heavy lidded, glazed over. “You feel better now?” he asked, his voice sexy as fuck. “Not so stressed?”
Harry really wasn’t in the mood for Asher to be a prick about what they’d done. After all, he was still standing, straddling Harry, with his dick hanging half-hard out of his pants. He made no attempt to tuck himself away.
Asher smirked. “Just so you know, next time you tell me to shut the fuck up, you best be prepared to shove your cock in my mouth. Got it?”
“I don’t take orders from you.”
Asher just laughed and ran his hand over his own chest and stomach, finally down to his dick. “That was so hot, I could almost go again.”
Harry’s dick twitched at that thought and he had to fix his fly.
Of course, Asher chuckled, low and throaty. “Now I’m sleepy. Considering we’ll be on the move tonight, we should get some rest.” Asher swung his leg over and walked to the bed and threw himself onto it. “I’m only offering once,” he said, patting the mattress beside him. “Or you can sleep on the floor.”
Harry looked at the floor, knowing all too well how uncomfortable it was and how little he’d slept the night before. But the idea of sharing a bed with Asher? It was absurd.
Even after what they’d just done.
He’d had Asher fucking Garin’s dick in his mouth. He’d just had his dick in Asher’s mouth. Harry realised in that moment they hadn’t just exchanged body fluids, but a whole amount of trust too.
A few hours’ sleep on a bed sounded pretty damn good.
Harry stood up and fixed his pants, then walked to the bed. “Doesn’t mean anything.”
Asher snorted. “Of course not.”
Harry sat on the bed first, and Asher tried to scoot over to the wall as far as he could, but when Harry lay down, there really wasn’t enough room for two. Asher had his back to the wall and his face resting on Harry’s shoulder.
“You take up the entire bed,” Asher mumbled, already half asleep.
Harry lay there, staring at the ceiling, wondering how on earth he got to be sharing a bed with Asher. With anyone would have been insane enough, but Asher Garin?
Did he still think Asher might kill him in his sleep?
Well, it was still a possibility.
But did he think he actually would?
No. He didn’t.
Had what they’d just done compromised their objectives in anyway?
Harry didn’t know for sure. His head was telling him not to be stupid, but his heart was... well, his heart was now beginning to make decisions, and that scared the shit outta him.
