"You're sure about this?" Asher asks, one last check before we cross this final threshold.
"I'm sure," I confirm, my hands coming to rest on Asher's hips. "I want this. I want you."
He nods, reaching for the lube one more time. He slicks my condom-covered cock generously, the touch making my hips buck involuntarily.
"Easy," Asher soothes, his free hand pressing against my chest. "We've got all night."
The reminder helps me regain some control. I watch, breath held, as Asher positions himself, guiding my cock to his hole. The initial pressure is intense, the heat of his body even through the condom making my toes curl.
Asher sinks down slowly, taking me inch by inch. His face is a study in concentration, in the balance between pleasure and adjustment. I force myself to remain still, to let him set the pace, though every instinct screams at me to thrust upward, to bury myself fully in that tight heat.
"Fuck," Asher breathes as he finally settles fully, my cock completely inside him. "You feel... god, you feel good."
He begins to move, a slow rise and fall that has my eyes rolling to the back of my skull. The friction, the heat, the visual of Asher taking his pleasure—it's almost too much to process.
"You can touch me," he says, guiding my hand to his cock. "I like it when both happen at once."
I wrap my fingers around Asher's cock, stroking in time with his movements. The coordination is challenging, but the reward is immediate—Asher's head falls back, a moan escaping his lips that sounds like pure pleasure.
We find a rhythm together, Asher rising and falling while I stroke him, occasionally thrusting upward when the sensation becomes too much to bear passively. The room fills with the sounds of our breathing, the soft slap of skin against skin, the occasional creak of the bed frame.
It's different from any sex I've ever had—the angle, the tightness, the dynamic between us. But the core of it—the connection, the pleasure, the intimacy—is fundamentally the same. And that realization is somehow both surprising and not surprising at all.
"You feel amazing," I gasp, the words escaping before I can think better of them.
Asher's eyes, which had been half-closed in pleasure, open to meet mine. "So do you," he says, the simple honesty in his voice making something twist in my chest. "Better than I imagined, and believe me, I've imagined this a lot."
Our gazes lock, adding another dimension of intimacy to the physical connection. I find I can't look away, don't want to look away. There's something happening here beyond thephysical pleasure, something I'm not ready to name but can't deny.
The rhythm of our bodies increases, both chasing our release. I can feel my orgasm building, a hot ball of pleasure at the base of my spine. "I'm close," I warn, my voice strained.
"Me too," Asher gasps, his hand covering mine on his cock, guiding my movements. "Come with me."
The permission, the invitation, pushes me over the edge. I come with a shout, my hips jerking erratically as pleasure crashes through me in waves. Through the haze of my own orgasm, I'm aware of Asher following me over the edge, his body tightening around my cock, his release painting my chest and hand in white streaks.
He collapses forward, catching himself on his forearms before he crushes me completely. We stay like that for a moment, forehead to forehead, breathing each other's air, connected in the most intimate way possible.
Chapter 13
ASHER CAREFULLY LIFTS himself off me, both of us wincing slightly at the separation. I barely have the presence of mind to hold the condom as Asher moves away. He disposes of it in the trash can beside the bed, then falls back onto the mattress beside me, both of us breathing heavily.
For a long moment, neither of us speaks. The only sound in the room is our gradually slowing breaths, the distant murmur of voices from elsewhere in the house.
"Well," Asher finally says, turning his head to look at me. "That was..."
"Yeah," I agree, unable to find words adequate to describe what just happened between us.
He laughs, the sound warm and genuine. "Eloquent, Philip."
I smile, surprising myself with how comfortable I feel in this moment. Naked, post-orgasmic, lying beside another man. It should feel foreign. Instead, it feels... right.
"I've never done that before," I say, stating the obvious.
"I gathered." Asher’s tone is teasing but gentle. "Was it what you expected?"
I consider the question. "I didn't know what to expect," I admit. "But it was... good. Really good."
"Just good?" He raises an eyebrow, mock offended.
