Elijah quirked his brows at the eagerness of Asher's tone of voice when he applied a bit of a rougher touch. He looked at Asher's face curiously, studying him for a moment in perfect stillness. Something settled in his eyes finally and he pulled Asher down to his chest, slowly but surely, never releasing the tension he held on his hair. He slid his arm around Asher and held him tight against his own chest as he pulled out his fingers from the man's ass.

There was no warning for the sharp slap that followed, the sound of it cracking in the quiet of the hotel room.

"You have been quite a naughty thing, haven't you?" he asked as he rubbed his hand over the red mark that was starting to form already on Asher's ass.