Page 55 of The Bait

“Gonna come like this,” Asher said, thrusting into the crevice of Harry’s ass, over his hole, and behind his balls. “Oh god.”

He could only imagine what it would be like to be inside him, to push into him, to own him the way Harry owned him. Harry clenched and Asher jolted with pleasure. “Fuck yes,” Asher grunted. He lay over Harry’s back, thrusting and chasing his orgasm until the pleasure became too much and he couldn’t stop until he tumbled over the edge.

He came, his cock buried in the crease of Harry’s ass, spilling his seed over his balls. He shuddered through his release, groaning into the back of Harry’s neck.

“Fucking hell,” Asher mumbled, his head spinning.

He felt the need to apologise, to ask if Harry was okay because this was not something they’d discussed. Asher had never entertained the idea of topping Harry, and even though he hadn’t, he’d wished he came inside him.

“Harry,” he began.

“Stay there,” Harry said, his voice rough. “Feels good, where you are right now.”

Jesus. He liked it?

A tremor wracked through Asher. “I wanted to come inside you,” Asher admitted in a whisper. “Never wanted to do that before.”

“Never wanted that done before,” Harry replied, rolling his hips a little. “Wouldn’t mind it right now.”

Asher’s cock twitched, so he gripped Harry’s hip, holding him still. “Christ, Harry.”

Harry pulled a pillow under his face and laughed into it. So relaxed, so at ease. Then he tried to widen his legs a little but his pants restrained him.

Christ, he does want this . . .

Asher slid his finger down Harry’s crack, smearing his come over his hole and pushing a fingertip inside him.

Harry gasped and gripped the pillow, raising his ass, so Asher used his come to slick his hole some more and pushed in two fingertips.

“Fuck,” Harry grunted.

Asher couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stand it another second. He gripped his half-hard cock and pushed it against Harry’s hole. He barely got the tip in. Harry was too tight and Asher was barely hard enough, but he drove it in. Harry let out a cry through gritted teeth, and Asher sank inside him.

God, it felt so good.

Tight, hot, slick with his come.

He wanted to deliver it deeper next time. “Gonna come inside you next time,” Asher said.

Harry’s hands fisted the pillow, his knuckles white, and he grunted. But he kept his ass up and open. Willing and wanting.

“Would you like that?” Asher asked, and Harry groaned. “Then I’ll own you the way you own me.”

Harry moaned. “You already own me.”

Asher kissed the spot between Harry’s shoulder blades and pulled back so he slipped out of Harry, wishing like hell that his dick could recover like it used to.

Getting older sucks.

Getting older is a privilegehe heard in Yunho’s voice. He used to say that all the time. Every time Asher had complained about the aches and pains, or having a birthday, Yunho would remind him that many people weren’t so lucky.

God, how he hoped that Yunho was okay.

Asher got up off the bed and pulled Harry’s boots off, then taking his pants by the hems, he pulled them off too. “Let’s have a shower,” Asher said. He felt better than he did before. More focused now, his head clearer and not so caught up on the unspent anger and frustration. “Then we can work out what’s next.”

Harry rolled off the bed with a groan. “Man, I’m sore.”

“Your ass?” Asher asked.

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