Caspian sat on his knees in surprise, his ass stinging, slick spilling out from the stimulation.
He was more startled by his reaction than Asher hitting him hard enough to tinge his skin pink.
He went easily to Asher, desperation burning softly under his skin. He straddled the Alpha again, Asher’s robe parted.
Caspian would have liked to taste Asher’s dick, maybe even choke on it but the Alpha was just as impatient as he was.
Three fingers weren’t enough to prepare him for Asher, he had barely been able to pop his tip past his lips the first time...
He gasped when the tip slipped in, his fingernails leaving behind crescent moon indents on Asher’s bare shoulder.
"A-Asher," His voice trembled, slender waist arching. "Slow dow- fuck!"
Caspian didn’t often curse out loud, much more scream it. Asher hadn’t bothered listening to him, slamming home.
He fell forward, teary face tucked in Asher’s shoulder, body trembling.
He would protest if he could but he couldn’t even form a proper sentence, it felt like Asher was splitting him in half. The burn he felt from Asher’s finger was nothing compared to this.
"Are you good?" He had the nerve to ask, his voice as syrupy sweet as the kisses he pressed into Caspian’s hair.
Caspian leaned back with plans to scold him but it was difficult to look intimidating with teary eyes and a glistening pout, while the Alpha he was trying to intimidate was buried to the hilt inside him.
"You look great to me," He drawled, leaning forward to kiss him, his hips flexing experimentally.
Caspian moaned into the kiss, he supposed that this was the point where he rode Asher. But his legs were numb from pleasure so that was a no-go, barely able to keep himself upright from how intense the sensations were.
Asher didn’t even need his input, easily lifting him up by the waist, thrusting upward as he was pushed down.
His pace was slow and measured but it already felt overwhelming, Caspian’s cock making a mess between them.
He eventually started to adjust to Asher’s size, and it no longer felt like he could taste the Alpha at the back of his throat whenever he slammed in.
Only for Asher to rise to his feet without warning, making Caspian wrap his arms and legs around the Alpha, scared of falling.
"W-What... what are you doing?" He asked in a panicked rush, leaning back so he could see Asher’s expression.
"Taking you to bed," Asher explained casually, following through with his words.
Caspian was certain that there was another way for them to do that without him needing to get into a position where Asher had somehow gotten deeper into him.
The bed was certainly more comfortable than the couch had been, but now he was on his back on the wide expanse of the bed, and it felt so revealing.
He had to bite the urge to cover himself from Asher’s heated stare, the Alpha keeping them joined the entire time.
Caspian turned his head to the side to avoid Asher’s intense stare, his hands gripping the sheets.
He looked back at him with a slight look of confusion when Asher gently pried his hands from the bed, pulling them down his body.
He was curious about what he planned to do, squirming slightly because his hole missed the stimulation.
He didn’t have to wonder for too long, not when Asher held onto his wrists with both hands and then used them to keep him in place as he thrust in, pulling out to the tip and slamming in again.
Caspian clenched his hands helplessly, his cock neglected between them, the bed thudding from the force of Asher’s thrust.
He wasn’t considerate enough to go slow this time, his pace increasing with every cruel thrust. Caspian thrashed slightly, his moans hitching on every thrust.
Asher liked to hold him captive, it made it harder to express himself. He craved to pull on the Alpha’s hair and scratch marks on his skin.
Like the Alpha could read his thoughts, he held his wrists with a single hand, his free hand holding his waist to anchor him even better.
With how far gone Caspian was, it was a surprise that he noticed Asher changing angles a couple of times, he knew exactly what he was looking for.
His prostate couldn’t possibly make him feel better than he already did, his walls hypersensitive. It was a good thing that Asher already made him come or he would be overstimulated already.
A scream tapering off into a sob was a clear indication that he had been fucking wrong.
He cummed on the second thrust, held down by Asher’s powerful hands so he couldn’t run away from the intense pleasure.
His pale blonde locks fell over his face as he thrashed his head from side to side, his thighs trembling, toes curled.
Although the pleasure was so acute that he sounded like he was in pain, Asher didn’t give him a break, fucking him right through his orgasm and even after.
Caspian would beg him to stop if his vocal cords still functioned, reduced to crying and shaking on the Alpha’s dick.
He was already sensitive but cumming worsened the sensation, Asher not losing his rhythm even once, perfectly hitting his overstimulated prostate in every thrust.
Caspian third orgasm of the night didn’t even have a build-up, it just crept up on and pulled him under fainting from the force of his third orgasm.
That was the only thing that could stop Asher, concern in his hazel-gold eyes as he caressed Caspian’s sweaty face.
Maybe he had gone too hard... Yeah no fucking shit, he had fucked the Omega unconscious.
He had forgotten that Caspian was far more fragile than the experienced women he had been with, and maybe he had enjoyed him crying more than he would ever admit.
Asher wouldn’t call himself a sadist but Caspian was such a pretty crier.