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He wanted nothing more than to be inside Asher, buried to the hilt. He just wished they had lube. He didn’t want to hurt Asher. Not this time.
Not anymore.
Then he realised something... they might not have had lube. But they had the next best thing.
Harry pulled back to rest on his knees between Asher’s legs, and he picked up one of Asher’s feet. “I need your boots off.” He began undoing the laces, and Asher made short work of his other boot, and when they were done he rid Asher of his jeans and briefs as well, and finally his shirt.
Asher was completely naked before him. He was thin but strong, lithe and perfect. He had dark chest hair and a happy trail, which Harry found insanely attractive. His uncut cock lay thick and heavy across his hip.
“Holy fuck,” Harry whispered.
“See something you like?”
“All of it. All of you.”
Smiling, Asher took his dick in his hand and gave himself a few languid strokes. “Take off your shirt.”
Harry did as he was told, tossing it onto the floor. Then he popped the button on his jeans. Asher’s dark eyes trailed down to Harry’s crotch and he licked his lips.
Harry couldn’t help it. He needed to taste his kiss again, and he wanted Asher’s tongue in his mouth. He leaned over and claimed his mouth in a bruising kiss and sucked on Asher’s tongue.
Asher groaned and let himself be kissed like that, the hand on his cock forgotten. So Harry took over. “I need you to come first,” Harry said. “So I can use your come as lube.”
Asher’s cock twitched in Harry’s hand and Asher moaned. “Oh fuck.”
He really likes that.
He likes the filthy talk.
Harry kissed down Asher’s jaw to his ear, where he sucked on the lobe and grunted, low and raspy. “I’m gonna fuck your own come back inside you,” Harry murmured. “Then I’ll fill you with mine.”
Asher’s cock swelled and surged, his back arched, and he came in spurts onto his belly.
Not giving him a moment to recover, Harry lifted Asher’s legs up to rest on his chest. Harry pulled his cock out, ready, swiped up Asher’s release, and spread it across Asher’s hole, pushing his finger inside him.
Asher cried out and tried to pull away, still sensitive from his orgasm. But Harry held him steady and kept stretching him, adding spit and smearing his own precome as well.
Asher was mumbling incoherently and tweaking his own nipples when Harry couldn’t wait another second. He positioned himself, leaned forward on Asher’s legs, folding him in half, and sunk his cock inside him.
Asher’s eyes went wide before they rolled back in his head, his mouth open, as Harry pushed all the way in. He wanted to take this slow, he wanted to feel this connection with Asher, to share something good, but Harry wasn’t sure how long he’d last.
Asher was tight and welcoming, taking every inch Harry could give him. When he was buried to the hilt, he rocked forward so he could kiss Asher again, filling him at both ends.
Asher groaned, sounds of pleasure Harry had never heard from him before. He thrust slow, rocking, gliding in and out, in and out. His cock, his tongue.
It felt so good.
Every cell in his body was a live wire, every synapse was firing, urging him to go faster, deeper. But he held steady. He’d said he’d fuck him slow and that was what he was going to do.
But then Asher’s hands dragged down Harry’s back, holding, gripping, rocking his hips, trying to increase the pace. “Slow,” Harry whispered.
Asher’s lips were wet, red and kiss-swollen, his gaze locked on Harry’s. “I need... I need... please.” Then his fingers dug into Harry sides, his back, desperate for purchase.
So desperate.
Harry took both Asher’s wrists and pinned them to the mattress above his head, causing him to thrust a little harder, changing the angle.
Asher gasped, a look of surprised pleasure on his face, and he whined as Harry pushed Asher’s hips upward and he drove deeper into him. And that was it. Any hope of trying to go slowly, to drag this out, was over.
