With a satisfied, cat-like smile Elijah watched Asher gradually lose the interest to snark back and only chase his own pleasure with wild abandon. Eventually he even gave up on trying to stroke himself and just succumbed to the relentless pace that Elijah set up.

Asher spilled himself on Elijah's chest but he didn't stop, even if he took a moment to appreciate the release that made Asher's face look like he had just experienced something profound. It was such a powerful feeling, knowing that it was all because of him.

Then he flipped them over with one strong arm around Asher's waist and laid him down onto the bed with surprising care. He leaned over Asher and kept thrusting into him with a considerably slower pace.

"You think you can come again?" he asked as he pushed his hands against Asher's chest and pinned him down.