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“Asa, please. It hurts.”
Asa chuckled. “I didn’t think I was going to like this, Lois. I thought for sure nothing could beat you crying and begging while I tortured you for my own pleasure, but this… Fuck, I feel like I’ve been missing out. I could do this all day.”
Zane’s gaze went wide, his stomach dropping. The words punched straight through the haze.
He couldn’t be serious.
“What?”
“Maybe I’ll tie you to the bed? Sit on your chest and force you to watch me get myself off? If you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll let you swallow my load? Hmm? What do you think? Would you like that?”
“No,” Zane whined. “Please, Asa. Let me touch you. Let me help you. Please? I need you.”
And he did. He needed him. Not just release. Not just touch. Asa.
There was now this clawing panic inside him that made him feel like if this didn’t end with Asa buried deep inside him, he’d failed.
The thought arrived fully formed and immediately felt true. That he’d somehow displeased Asa. That he hadn’t been good enough. Hadn’t done whatever invisible thing Asa needed from him. That he hadn’t earned the reward of being fucked and bred and used.
And suddenly, the game didn’t feel quite so easy anymore.
“You need me? That’s sweet,” Asa said, smug as he once more swiped a thumb over Zane’s tears.
“Asa,” Zane cried, his voice breaking. “Stop teasing. Please…”
Asa’s expression went from taunting to fond, like he’d flipped a switch.
“Okay, Lois. Okay. No more teasing. You’ve been good.”
Relief hit so hard Zane almost sagged. He sat back on his haunches as Asa stood, finally ridding himself of the rest of his clothes before sitting back down once more, stroking his thick cock, red and flushed and wet at the tip.
Because of Zane. He did that to Asa. Just him. Because he was good. Because he listened. He was good for Asa. He belonged here.
Just him.
He tipped forward, ignoring his own dick to bury his face in Asa’s lap, inhaling his scent, his nails digging into the skin of Asa’s thighs as he finally got that hit of whatever it was that made Zane’s body beholden to Asa’s.
Pheromones. Fate. Some invisible fucking tether between them. Some bond that went beyond two people falling in love. Zane didn’t know what to call it. He only knew he could feel it.
He sat there, drinking in Asa’s scent until Asa got his hands in Zane’s hair, gripping him at his nape, tugging him back.
Zane stared up at him, on the verge of delirium, heavy-lidded, his chest heaving, his mouth slightly open.
Asa looked awestruck.
“Jesus. You really were made for this.”
The words went through Zane like a drug.
“Please,” Zane said again, pouring as much desperation into the plea as he could manage.
Asa groaned, using his other hand to stroke himself once more before bringing the head of his cock to Zane’s lips. “Here you go, baby.”
Zane’s mouth closed around him, the familiar taste of his precum exploding on his tongue.
He moaned, his eyes falling shut as he let Asa guide him, pulling his head up and down even as he rocked himself deeper into Zane’s mouth.
Zane relaxed his jaw, dizzy with the heavy weight of his husband’s cock on his tongue, pressing deeper with each motion until Asa was bumping the back of his throat, forcing him to breathe through his nose.
