"Do you really want that?" Elijah asked as he rocked up to fuck that tight hole that was clenched around him in all the right ways. "Then it wouldn't be a surprise."

Asher was mouthy and he could be complaining just for the sake of complaining. But Elijah would warn him if that was something he really wanted.

Elijah pressed his palm to the reddening flesh with soothing gentleness, rubbing up both of his hands along the curve of Asher's spine until he got to his hair and fisted there, tight but not unforgiving. His breathing was a little erratic as he pulled Asher down, their foreheads touching as Elijah thrust up into Asher.

"You didn't seem to not enjoy it," he murmured before he kissed Asher.