Asher locked his jaw, his veins popping. He didn’t dare say another word, knowing that even his first words couldn’t be trusted.
If Caspian had listened to him, he doubted that he would have been able to stop himself from chasing him down.
He didn’t ease his grip on the edge of the counter even as Caspian dropped to his knees in front of him.
Arousal warred with alarm; he nearly bit his tongue off at the Omega’s sweet scent wafting up to him.
Trepidation made Caspian’s hands tremble as he wrapped his hands around Asher’s dick.
The Alpha was steadily leaking precum, making the first glide of his hands smooth.
Asher hissed sharply at the first contact, and Caspian didn’t waste any time tasting his tip.
Even as he slowly worked his way up the hard length of Asher’s dick, he was unaware of just how close the Alpha was to snapping.
Asher gritted his teeth painfully, his hands slipped from the counter with every inch Caspian took into his mouth.
He was lost when the Omega moaned around his dick, both of his hands grabbing cruelly onto his hair to push him down on it.
Caspian gagged, his eyes filling up with tears. It was a little difficult to breathe with Asher this deep in his throat.
Asher didn’t let up once, rutting mindlessly into his mouth.
He dragged his fingers down Asher’s thighs but he made no move to pull away, his eyes rolling back in his head as Asher fucked his throat.
He had expected him to be this brutal, certain that his throat was going to be bruised after this.
He just didn’t expect himself to be this into it, slick drenching the pants he had on.
Caspian would touch himself if he had the presence of mind to, squirming in place, precum spilling down his lips and neck.
Just as he was starting to settle into the rough rhythm, Asher wrested him off his dick and pulled him up for one of those dangerous kisses which left his mouth bloody.
His knees were weak for several reasons, his head completely fogged up, and Asher tearing his clothes right off his body was less jarring than the first time it had happened.
He stared up at Asher to find him straining, veins popping up on the side of his head like he was still holding back.
Looking at those hazel-gold eyes made him almost take a step back, it felt like Asher was trapped inside his own body, his eyes fiery.
If Asher holding himself back had his throat fucked up and his mouth bleeding, would it have been better for him to go to Jael after all?
It was beginning to look like he was way in over his head, his clothes dropping to the bathroom floor in tatters.
Jael had been spooked the last time whatever this was had happened, and he hadn’t been given an answer...
Caspian huffed out a breath as he was thrown against the counter, wincing from how taut Asher pulled his arms behind his back.
His shoulders would be bruised after this, and with how cruel Asher’s hands and mouth were on him, that wouldn’t be the only bruise he would be sporting.
His knees knocked against the wooden cabinet as Asher pressed him into the hard counter, his dick slipping between his slick-slipper ass.
Caspian braced himself for Asher to thrust into him without prep, choking on his own tongue when the Alpha instead leaned back to shove two ringed fingers into him.
With one of his hands busy in his hole, Asher let go of his hands in favor of grabbing his hips, leaving Caspian scrambling for purchase on the smooth marble counter.
The Alpha parted his trembling thighs for better access, making him arch slightly to keep his balance.
Every one of Caspian’s moans came out choked, Asher was already finger-fucking him hard without a care for how rough he was being.
The added sensation of his rings slipping in and out of his rim on every thrust made him mindless with pleasure.
He arched deeper, resting his weight on his toes, glitter-painted nails clawing down the marble counter.
Asher soon impatiently pulled out his fingers, and that was all the prep he got before the Alpha was bottoming out.
He slammed in on the first thrust and without giving him even a moment to adjust, he pulled out and slammed in again.
Asher’s cruel hold on his hips grounding him from the harsh burn, it hurt.
Tears spilled out of his eyes, dropping to the marble counter. Holding on to the counter was next to impossible, and painting the surface with his tears didn’t help.
It just made the slide smoother, his legs unable to hold him up again, his knees weak.
Asher nailing his prostate on every thrust didn’t help much, each harsh thrust turning his insides into a puddle, literally and figuratively.
Asher made a disgruntled sound like he wasn’t fucking with how Caspian sweat and tears made him slide across the counter on every thrust.
Caspian sucked in a deep breath when he was no longer laying on the counter, which was great forward thinking because Asher immediately wrapped a hand around his neck.
His other arm held him possessively, pretty much holding his entire weight up as he fucked into him.
Caspian tried his best to stave off his orgasm, knowing well that it wouldn’t make Asher slow down.
And after his first orgasm, the rest would follow in rapid succession from the overstimulation until he passed out from exertion.
He would rather not be unconscious while Asher was in this state. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust him but if he was out of it, things could go south pretty quick.
Like the way he was forced to breathe carefully through his nose, Asher’s cruel grip asphyxiating him.
If he were unconscious, it would go from erotic to dangerous so fast.