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Asher held him through it, his hands gentle and soothing rather than demanding. When it was over, he removed his palm from Levi’s mouth.
Levi couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. The reality of what had just happened was too huge, too overwhelming to process.
This is exactly what he wanted. What he’s been building toward. And I just... let him.
What the hell is wrong with me?
The question echoed in Levi’s mind as the boiler room’s red lighting painted everything the color of sin.
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Thesilenceintheboiler room was deafening.
What the fuck did I just do?
The reality crashed over him in waves. He came. In his jeans. From Asher’s touch. The same Asher who killed him repeatedly, who violated every boundary, who was holding him captive in this nightmare.
And I liked it.
That was the worst part—not just that his body responded, but that for those few moments, he wanted it. He ground against Asher’s hand like a desperate animal, moaning into his palm like he was begging for more.
“Beautiful,”Asher whispered, his thumb still stroking across Levi’s cheekbone with devastating tenderness.“You’re so beautiful when you surrender.”
The words snapped Levi back to his body, shame burning through his chest like acid. He tried to push Asher away, but he didn’t budge.
“Get off me,”Levi said, his voice cracking.
“The creatures are gone,”Asher replied, as if he hadn’t heard the protest.“We should move.”
But he made no effort to step back. If anything, he seemed to be savoring the moment—the way Levi trembled, the confusion and shame written across his face, the obvious evidence of what had just happened.
“I said get off me.”This time Levi put more force behind it, shoving hard against Asher’s chest.
Asher retreated with obvious reluctance, his eyes bright with satisfaction.“Of course.”
He’s enjoying this.Asher wasn’t just pleased that he got what he wanted—he was delighting in Levi’s emotional chaos, feeding off the shame and confusion.
Levi looked down at himself, at the obvious wet spot on his jeans, and wanted to die.“This didn’t happen.”
“It did happen,”Asher said, reaching out to caress his face again.“And it was perfect. You’re face is so pretty when you cum.”
“Don’t touch me.”Levi jerked away from the contact, backing toward the door.“Don’t fucking touch me.”
“But you liked it when I touched you.”Asher’s voice held that same innocent confusion from before, as if he couldn’t understand Levi’s distress.“You responded so beautifully.”
The casual observation made rage flare in Levi’s chest, hot and cleansing.“You touched me without permission. Again.”
“I gave you pleasure,”Asher corrected.“I made you feel good when you were scared and upset.”
“I didn’t consent to that.”
“Your body did.”
The statement hung in the air between them like a bomb. Because it was true, wasn’t it? His body had consented, had participated, had begged for release.
But that doesn’t make it okay.The rational part of his mind knew that, understood the difference between physical response and actual consent. But the shame was still there, eating at him like poison.
