The sudden embrace had Asher wondering if he had maybe pushed too far - maybe Elijah was going to give him some impassioned speech about how he deserved to be treated well or something else that looked too much into liking a bit of corporal punishment now and again.
He cried out in pain and surprise at the sudden slap, and fuck everything he was fairly certain his cock was leaking at this point, hole twitching and ready to be filled by whatever Elijah wanted to put in him next.
"Y-yesss," Ash hissed, rocking back against the hand that soothed the stinging flesh. "So terribly naughty. And I'm not about to stop, either."
"Of course you're not," Elijah practically purred somewhere beside Asher's ear. Something inside him was humming at Asher's reaction to being slapped. Something that was quite satisfied that he could use force if he wanted.
"Lift your ass for me," he said steadily and loosened his grip a little on Asher's middle, waiting for him to comply before he slipped his free hand between them to retrieve the fallen condom.
He rested back against the mattress while he tore the packet open with his teeth and then reached down to roll the rubber on himself single handedly. The lube he emptied on Asher's crack and then reached down to slide his own cock right in there to spread it evenly on himself as well.
"Go on," he urged gently while he pressed his fingers to his own length, his cock neat and thick against Asher's hole. He wouldn't need to do more than rock back and Elijah would make sure that would slip right in.
Ash just watched Eli work, mouth dry, hunger evident on his face. It was so easy in this instant to forget why he was even here, that there was another life to return to. That he couldn't just vanish into the anonymous sea of humanity in another country and make riding Eli's dick in a lavish hotel room part of the daily routine.
Holding his breath, Ash kept his hips rock back again to slide down onto Eli's dick, exhaling when he managed to bottom out. The exhale turned into quite the satisfied groan, Ash's eyes sliding shut for a moment so he could just savor the sensation of being so filled, Eli's strong body under his.
Elijah watched him in return when he started taking him in, every second his gaze growing darker even if he didn't let his pleasure show otherwise. It was exquisite, wasn't it? But he still kept his expression loose and breathing even, meeting Asher's gaze for every inch that they became more intimate with each other.
When Asher's eyes fell close, Elijah found that he didn't quite like that. He could understand the urge perfectly, but it still, he didn't like it.
His hand came down to Asher's ass again, hard and cracking, this time the other side. He held Asher tight against his hips, not allowing him to lift his hips when the jolt came.
"Look at me," Elijah said softly. "I want you to look at me while we're fucking."
Eyes closed as they were, Ash quite literally didn't see the slap coming. He was too wrapped up in the sensation of Eli's dick in him to notice anything else right then.
He didn't even make a sound when the strike came down, just a sharp faint gasp, eyes going suddenly wide and tensing like a vise around Elijah's cock. All of it an utterly raw reaction, no chance or time to fake anything.
"Fuck, Eli-" he'd bitten his tongue and his words were a little slurred from it. "Warn a guy!"
If the way his erection hadn't flagged in the slightest, the complaint was entirely empty.
"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.
Ash let out a shaking exhale, his mouth finding Elijah's to return the kiss. He was a little annoyed that Elijah was taking him apart so quickly, his own fault for opening himself up to the man to help ease his way into fucking other men.
Asher was still no longer certain that Elijah had as little experience as he claimed.
"I'm - I'm at a loss here then, darling," he gasped, rolling his hips. "I was kind enough to tell you what I like, so you should grant me the s-same..."
Asher had seen just how quickly Elijah would take criminals apart, just how accurately. He should have expected him to know exactly what button to push after just a few times in bed with him.
But sometimes, just sometimes, he could be honestly surprised too and Asher had just managed one of those rare moments of genuine unexpected occurrences.
Elijah blinked up at him, naked emotion on his face as he gasped at the rolling of Ash's hips. "I... I suppose you're right," he said a little brokenly, his voice cracking a bit in the middle.
Elijah sometimes would forget to open up even to people closest to him. He was so used to holding up his cool and collected face that sometimes he forgot completely that people he held close, people he took to his bed, would like to see more of him.
He held Asher close by the hold on his hair while he licked his lips, his mouth trembling a bit as he stared up into Asher's eyes, forcing himself to let the honey-heavy lust show in his gaze. Their breaths were mingling between them, hips rolling against one another.
"I like it like this," he confessed softly, voice rough and raw around the edges. "Close. Intimate. I like hearing you and seeing you." He wasn't sure if he was telling Asher what he wanted to hear. "Ask me anything. You can ask me anything you want."
Rolling his hips that way let Ash grind his cock between his abdomen and Elijah's, getting that delicious friction. His own eyes had gone dark with lust and intent, and while it was a struggle to keep them open and on Elijah he managed it. Asher's whole scalp tingled from Elijah's grip. The pleasure and pain together made Ash spasm around Elijah's cock.
"Tell me - did you ever think about fucking me before I climbed into the bath with you?" Asher asked, curious.
Elijah pushed the soles of his feet to the mattress to gain some leverage and thrust up into Asher. He didn't let Asher tuck his head low and avoid his gaze, because watching him like this, being slowly swept away with pleasure was incredible, admiring the colour that was rising to his cheeks.
"Yes, yes, I did," he said. "But in a more flashes of intent rather than anything coherent. During Christmas I wanted to take you to my bed and sleep with you. I was thinking just sleeping but I knew it would have been something else as well. There are a few things that you do that make my cock harden and it's hard not to think about it. I didn't pay much mind to it though. Because I had written it off as something never going to happen."
"What things?" Asher gasped as a particularly deep thrust had him quivering and tightening around Elijah again. He couldn't move much with the way he was held, just little bits here and there, otherwise entirely at Elijah's mercy and finding it much more of a turn on than he had anticipated.
"Because - I thought about it too, you know. Wondered how you'd fuck, if you'd be straight laced in bed or if that was just hiding how you could let go." He was very happy to find it was the second. That the boy scout leader of the unit who was too serious and married to his work fucked like a jackhammer, that he would slap Asher's ass like he'd caught him out past curfew and would pull his hair all without being asked. Asher's cock was leaking precome between them and he rolled his hips as much as he could again, grinding it down against Elijah's stomach for more friction.
"You're going to think this is awfully sentimental," Elijah said with a low laughter, his eyes now gone completely dark with lust as he stared up into Asher's. "But I know just how you cock your hip when you're being particularly arrogant. And just how you laugh when you aren't making fun of someone but actually amused by something delightful. I also find that enthusiasm you have for silly things like Christmas decoration rather irresistible."
There was more. The way Asher acted when he got a little bit of unwarranted affection, the way he acted in an unexpectedly sincere manner every now and then.
"I like your intelligence," Elijah gasped when their hips came together with a resounding slap. "But I'm surrounded by brilliant people. I like your confidence but the apartment is full of cock-sure cowboys. It's at home when you curl against my side that I find my body hot when I think of you alone in my bed and yes, yes, I have touched myself thinking about it. You can be smug about it if you want."
Elijah pushed his feet against the mattress as he released Asher's hair and flipped them over with a sure arm around Asher's waist, lifting him up and lowering him down to the bed a moment later so he could pin Asher down to it with his weight.
"And...?" he asked as he pressed one hand on the mattress beside Asher's head, the other went to his hips to keep them in place while Elijah kept driving into him, steady and deep. "Do you find it to your liking?"
Asher should be smug about it, about Elijah admitting that he got himself off thinking of Asher, especially under such circumstances. Sentimental wasn’t a good trait in either of their lines of work. Relationships were just a game where the one who got the most attached lost.
It wasn’t a thing to confess when driving into Asher’s body like that, that made Asher scramble to hold on to Elijah as their positions flipped, nails raking along Elijah’s back to leave welts behind. What could he say to the question, especially since his own answer would be so equally sentimental that he’d die before admitting it?
“Think about fucking me in the middle of the meeting room table next time,” Asher hissed out between gasps of breath, reaching between them to pump his own cock because this was not a morning meant to last long. “That’s one of my favorite thoughts.”
Elijah wasn't stupid enough to not notice that Asher avoided answering most of his questions. He'd done that several times during this little romp already. But Elijah wasn't someone who stopped to demand answers. He would get them eventually.
"Is that so?" he asked instead, one of his hands sneaking under Asher's thigh to push it up to open him up even more as Elijah drove into him with heavy, deliberate thrusts. "I suppose we'll have to make that reality one day to give you something to remember by."
His gaze was keen on Asher, honey-heavy and dripping lust. Elijah liked to keep eye contact through the whole thing, he also liked to see Asher lose himself, possibly several times before he would give into his own pleasure.
"Are you going to come?" he asked softly, breath short and rough but still tightly controlled.
That was one question Asher had no problem answering. The burn in his muscles at the position was deliciously set off by the way the angle made Elijah's cock hit that wonderful spot inside of him with every deep thrust. Elijah's dark eyes locked to his own just made him pump his own erection harder, a grin spreading across his face even as he had to gasp for air.
"Would you listen if I did?" Elijah asked with a warm smile that spread across his lips suddenly. "You never do what I tell you to do. Maybe I should start using reverse psychology on you instead."
He gave a soft groan as he shifted his gears and drove in faster, like a machine, even thrusts, bang, bang, bang, skin against skin, making noise. "But I can make you," he said with a little bit of a feral grin, still picking up pace, hellbent on fucking the daylights out of Asher. Right now.
"Even a broken clock is right twice a day," he whispered. "Come for me, Ash."
The warm smile made Asher's heart lurch behind his ribs, just the same weighty feeling as the one that came from seeing the feral grin even if the second went straight to his cock. Asher bit his lip to try to hold back but even that didn't last long. Eli was fucking him like a jackhammer, each hit making Asher see stars behind his eyes as he pumped his own cock in time with the thrusts. He barely needed that extra stimulation and quickly gave up on it entirely in favor of just holding on to Elijah as he cried out when the orgasm hit. He couldn't have held back if he wanted to, not with the way Elijah was using his body like that, the angle making his come spill across his chest.
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.
Asher only whimpered in answer first, fists clutching at the bedsheets as he bit his lip against the over sensitive feeling of Elijah still moving inside of him.
"Yes," he finally gasped out in answer. He'd done it before, marathon fucking. Never with a partner quite so ... fit as Elijah, however. "Just don't touch my cock for a few minutes, God it's almost too much - Fuck, Eli -"
The muscles in Asher's stomach trembled, Elijah pinning him effectively in place even if he wasn't temporarily too weak to move.
"You - ah - you sure you can last long enough for it though...?"
"We'll have to see," Elijah murmured as he watched Asher curiously. He honestly didn't know the answer to that. Because the way Asher was writhing under him was going straight to Elijah's cock and pushing him a little further along the path to release.
But then again, if he was known for something, it was iron-grip on his own self. It was rare to see him lose it, when it came to anything at all. The thing was that he could fuck Asher still even if he happened to come along the way. He knew his own body and his dick. It would soften but not all the way.
"Let me worry about that," he continued softly as he changed his angle a little while he gently pushed into Asher again and again, trying to find one that would please him the most while still effectively pinning Asher against the mattress, holding him immobile.
"I like the way you look when you come," he said next, simple and honest. "I want to see it again. Hear too."
"That might - ah - be the nicest and filthiest compliment I've ever gotten," Asher said, trying for flippant but not quite getting there between his gasps. There was an edge of pain there, too - too much, too soon, but he quickly added "Keep going," so Elijah wouldn't feel the need to stop out of concern that was unfounded.
The one witty line would have to do, Asher's cleverness was much repeated when going for a second round straight through the first. He would have been embarrassed at how transparent it made him, how quickly and easily he trembled and writhed under Elijah, how every single gasp and moan and whimper escaped him, unable to be held back. Elijah wanted to see it, though. Liked it, even. It was one bit of honesty Asher could give him.
His whole body shuddered against the pinning hands, squeezing tight around Elijah as he found the perfect angle. Asher bit his lip by accident from the sudden cry it wrenched from him, making the cut on it bleed again.
Elijah wasn't worried about pushing Ash too much. If there was one thing he knew Asher would do it was to take care of Asher, so if he was getting something he didn't want, he would say so, quite possibly very loudly so.
There was something awfully powerful about fucking all the sass out of Ash. Elijah found that he was quite transfixed by the process and Asher's reactions to it. It as like peeling away layer upon layer of lies and front that both of them were experts at putting on. Getting a taste of the core was terribly addicting, though, something he wouldn't forget easily.
"Yeah," he said throatily as he slowed down even more, hitting that angle that made Asher cry out with pleasure. "It's okay, just let go," he urged gently as one of his hands found Asher's cheek and cupped around his jaw, holding him securely against the mattress as he kept chasing that angle with single minded focus. "You're beautiful, Asher."
Asher tried to keep the sass up, partial words here and there cut off by another moan torn from his throat as Elijah hammered at that spot that made everything inside light up with pleasure. He hadn't gotten that soft after he came the first time, and untouched he was already getting harder again. He was held completely in place, unable to do anything other than small squirms and spasms around Elijah's cock inside of him that he wasn't even able to control, body reacting on its own to the delight and euphoria.
His eyes were almost entirely black as he tried to keep the eye contact that Elijah demanded earlier, though they were distant and unfocused. Too much in the best way. He didn't scream when he came the second time, though his mouth moved as if he would and only let out a faint almost pained whimper from it, bearing down on Elijah's cock tightly once more.
"I've got you," Elijah promised when Asher whimpered and came again, his cock leaking clear cum between them. There was something utterly devastating in seeing Asher this openly vulnerable, fucked to a point where he no longer had anything to quip back and steal the moment with sarcasm and wit.
It was addicting to be honest. And Elijah couldn't help but want to see it again. So much so that he held back his own release with a tucked in jaw and a tight frown on his brows, controlled and collected. He paused for a small moment to let Asher rest for just a brief second or two before he started again, hitting that spot he knew must be sore by now but also sensitive and ready to be revved up with a moment's notice.
"One more," he whispered as he bend over Asher to press him down and fucked him, patiently seeking the best angle and then keeping it. Keeping direction and intensity exactly where Asher wanted it.
It was only after another whimpering orgasm, watching into those black, open eyes and listening to the involuntarily broken quality of Asher's voice that Elijah peaked without having no say in the matter. His body just took over, making him shake as he slammed inside Asher one last time, hips against hips, his voice shuddering as he muttered a few curses. His release swept over him with such intensity that he would have been afraid that he might pass out if he had any braincells to spare for fear.
"...Fuck," he muttered, forehead against Asher's, eyes falling close, unbidden and exhausted.
Asher couldn't do anything but tremble under Elijah, and the worst part was if Elijah had demanded a try for a fourth time he would have gone for it. Maybe not managed, but it was just as addicting for Asher when Elijah tore him down to just the core of him. That raw open wound of the person he once was that he buried so long ago. He managed to bring an arm up around Elijah as the other man caught his breath, his own dark eyes slowly coming back into focus on the man in front of him.
"Stay with me," Asher murmured, accent slurring from every corner of the world. "Fuck the FBI, just run away with me. We'll never have to want for anything and they'll never catch us."
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He cried out in pain and surprise at the sudden slap, and fuck everything he was fairly certain his cock was leaking at this point, hole twitching and ready to be filled by whatever Elijah wanted to put in him next.
"Y-yesss," Ash hissed, rocking back against the hand that soothed the stinging flesh. "So terribly naughty. And I'm not about to stop, either."
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"Lift your ass for me," he said steadily and loosened his grip a little on Asher's middle, waiting for him to comply before he slipped his free hand between them to retrieve the fallen condom.
He rested back against the mattress while he tore the packet open with his teeth and then reached down to roll the rubber on himself single handedly. The lube he emptied on Asher's crack and then reached down to slide his own cock right in there to spread it evenly on himself as well.
"Go on," he urged gently while he pressed his fingers to his own length, his cock neat and thick against Asher's hole. He wouldn't need to do more than rock back and Elijah would make sure that would slip right in.
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Holding his breath, Ash kept his hips rock back again to slide down onto Eli's dick, exhaling when he managed to bottom out. The exhale turned into quite the satisfied groan, Ash's eyes sliding shut for a moment so he could just savor the sensation of being so filled, Eli's strong body under his.
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When Asher's eyes fell close, Elijah found that he didn't quite like that. He could understand the urge perfectly, but it still, he didn't like it.
His hand came down to Asher's ass again, hard and cracking, this time the other side. He held Asher tight against his hips, not allowing him to lift his hips when the jolt came.
"Look at me," Elijah said softly. "I want you to look at me while we're fucking."
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He didn't even make a sound when the strike came down, just a sharp faint gasp, eyes going suddenly wide and tensing like a vise around Elijah's cock. All of it an utterly raw reaction, no chance or time to fake anything.
"Fuck, Eli-" he'd bitten his tongue and his words were a little slurred from it. "Warn a guy!"
If the way his erection hadn't flagged in the slightest, the complaint was entirely empty.
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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.
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Asher was still no longer certain that Elijah had as little experience as he claimed.
"I'm - I'm at a loss here then, darling," he gasped, rolling his hips. "I was kind enough to tell you what I like, so you should grant me the s-same..."
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But sometimes, just sometimes, he could be honestly surprised too and Asher had just managed one of those rare moments of genuine unexpected occurrences.
Elijah blinked up at him, naked emotion on his face as he gasped at the rolling of Ash's hips. "I... I suppose you're right," he said a little brokenly, his voice cracking a bit in the middle.
Elijah sometimes would forget to open up even to people closest to him. He was so used to holding up his cool and collected face that sometimes he forgot completely that people he held close, people he took to his bed, would like to see more of him.
He held Asher close by the hold on his hair while he licked his lips, his mouth trembling a bit as he stared up into Asher's eyes, forcing himself to let the honey-heavy lust show in his gaze. Their breaths were mingling between them, hips rolling against one another.
"I like it like this," he confessed softly, voice rough and raw around the edges. "Close. Intimate. I like hearing you and seeing you." He wasn't sure if he was telling Asher what he wanted to hear. "Ask me anything. You can ask me anything you want."
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"Tell me - did you ever think about fucking me before I climbed into the bath with you?" Asher asked, curious.
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"Yes, yes, I did," he said. "But in a more flashes of intent rather than anything coherent. During Christmas I wanted to take you to my bed and sleep with you. I was thinking just sleeping but I knew it would have been something else as well. There are a few things that you do that make my cock harden and it's hard not to think about it. I didn't pay much mind to it though. Because I had written it off as something never going to happen."
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"Because - I thought about it too, you know. Wondered how you'd fuck, if you'd be straight laced in bed or if that was just hiding how you could let go." He was very happy to find it was the second. That the boy scout leader of the unit who was too serious and married to his work fucked like a jackhammer, that he would slap Asher's ass like he'd caught him out past curfew and would pull his hair all without being asked. Asher's cock was leaking precome between them and he rolled his hips as much as he could again, grinding it down against Elijah's stomach for more friction.
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There was more. The way Asher acted when he got a little bit of unwarranted affection, the way he acted in an unexpectedly sincere manner every now and then.
"I like your intelligence," Elijah gasped when their hips came together with a resounding slap. "But I'm surrounded by brilliant people. I like your confidence but the apartment is full of cock-sure cowboys. It's at home when you curl against my side that I find my body hot when I think of you alone in my bed and yes, yes, I have touched myself thinking about it. You can be smug about it if you want."
Elijah pushed his feet against the mattress as he released Asher's hair and flipped them over with a sure arm around Asher's waist, lifting him up and lowering him down to the bed a moment later so he could pin Asher down to it with his weight.
"And...?" he asked as he pressed one hand on the mattress beside Asher's head, the other went to his hips to keep them in place while Elijah kept driving into him, steady and deep. "Do you find it to your liking?"
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It wasn’t a thing to confess when driving into Asher’s body like that, that made Asher scramble to hold on to Elijah as their positions flipped, nails raking along Elijah’s back to leave welts behind. What could he say to the question, especially since his own answer would be so equally sentimental that he’d die before admitting it?
“Think about fucking me in the middle of the meeting room table next time,” Asher hissed out between gasps of breath, reaching between them to pump his own cock because this was not a morning meant to last long. “That’s one of my favorite thoughts.”
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"Is that so?" he asked instead, one of his hands sneaking under Asher's thigh to push it up to open him up even more as Elijah drove into him with heavy, deliberate thrusts. "I suppose we'll have to make that reality one day to give you something to remember by."
His gaze was keen on Asher, honey-heavy and dripping lust. Elijah liked to keep eye contact through the whole thing, he also liked to see Asher lose himself, possibly several times before he would give into his own pleasure.
"Are you going to come?" he asked softly, breath short and rough but still tightly controlled.
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"Are you - are you gonna tell me to?"
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He gave a soft groan as he shifted his gears and drove in faster, like a machine, even thrusts, bang, bang, bang, skin against skin, making noise. "But I can make you," he said with a little bit of a feral grin, still picking up pace, hellbent on fucking the daylights out of Asher. Right now.
"Even a broken clock is right twice a day," he whispered. "Come for me, Ash."
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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.
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"Yes," he finally gasped out in answer. He'd done it before, marathon fucking. Never with a partner quite so ... fit as Elijah, however. "Just don't touch my cock for a few minutes, God it's almost too much - Fuck, Eli -"
The muscles in Asher's stomach trembled, Elijah pinning him effectively in place even if he wasn't temporarily too weak to move.
"You - ah - you sure you can last long enough for it though...?"
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But then again, if he was known for something, it was iron-grip on his own self. It was rare to see him lose it, when it came to anything at all. The thing was that he could fuck Asher still even if he happened to come along the way. He knew his own body and his dick. It would soften but not all the way.
"Let me worry about that," he continued softly as he changed his angle a little while he gently pushed into Asher again and again, trying to find one that would please him the most while still effectively pinning Asher against the mattress, holding him immobile.
"I like the way you look when you come," he said next, simple and honest. "I want to see it again. Hear too."
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The one witty line would have to do, Asher's cleverness was much repeated when going for a second round straight through the first. He would have been embarrassed at how transparent it made him, how quickly and easily he trembled and writhed under Elijah, how every single gasp and moan and whimper escaped him, unable to be held back. Elijah wanted to see it, though. Liked it, even. It was one bit of honesty Asher could give him.
His whole body shuddered against the pinning hands, squeezing tight around Elijah as he found the perfect angle. Asher bit his lip by accident from the sudden cry it wrenched from him, making the cut on it bleed again.
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There was something awfully powerful about fucking all the sass out of Ash. Elijah found that he was quite transfixed by the process and Asher's reactions to it. It as like peeling away layer upon layer of lies and front that both of them were experts at putting on. Getting a taste of the core was terribly addicting, though, something he wouldn't forget easily.
"Yeah," he said throatily as he slowed down even more, hitting that angle that made Asher cry out with pleasure. "It's okay, just let go," he urged gently as one of his hands found Asher's cheek and cupped around his jaw, holding him securely against the mattress as he kept chasing that angle with single minded focus. "You're beautiful, Asher."
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His eyes were almost entirely black as he tried to keep the eye contact that Elijah demanded earlier, though they were distant and unfocused. Too much in the best way. He didn't scream when he came the second time, though his mouth moved as if he would and only let out a faint almost pained whimper from it, bearing down on Elijah's cock tightly once more.
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It was addicting to be honest. And Elijah couldn't help but want to see it again. So much so that he held back his own release with a tucked in jaw and a tight frown on his brows, controlled and collected. He paused for a small moment to let Asher rest for just a brief second or two before he started again, hitting that spot he knew must be sore by now but also sensitive and ready to be revved up with a moment's notice.
"One more," he whispered as he bend over Asher to press him down and fucked him, patiently seeking the best angle and then keeping it. Keeping direction and intensity exactly where Asher wanted it.
It was only after another whimpering orgasm, watching into those black, open eyes and listening to the involuntarily broken quality of Asher's voice that Elijah peaked without having no say in the matter. His body just took over, making him shake as he slammed inside Asher one last time, hips against hips, his voice shuddering as he muttered a few curses. His release swept over him with such intensity that he would have been afraid that he might pass out if he had any braincells to spare for fear.
"...Fuck," he muttered, forehead against Asher's, eyes falling close, unbidden and exhausted.
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"Stay with me," Asher murmured, accent slurring from every corner of the world. "Fuck the FBI, just run away with me. We'll never have to want for anything and they'll never catch us."
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