Noah stepped out of the bathroom, the robe hanging loosely from his shoulders. Droplets clung to the tips of his damp hair, sliding down the curve of his neck.
He walked toward the bedroom slowly, each step feeling like it crossed a line he could never step back over.
Asher sat at the edge of the bed, bare-chested, one arm draped lazily over the headboard. His eyes hadn't left Noah for a second.
Calm. Steady. Like a hunter waiting for its prey to come closer.
Noah swallowed, his steps halting at the side of the bed.
"Come here."
Asher's voice wasn't loud—but it didn't need to be.
Noah hesitated, then moved forward until he stood right in front of him.
Asher reached for the sash at his waist and gave it a light tug. The knot loosened instantly, and the robe slid off his shoulders, parting open to reveal skin still glistening from the shower.
Instinctively, Noah's hands came up to cover himself, but Asher caught his wrists.
"Don't."
His gaze trailed downward, stopping at Noah's bare chest.
Soap bubbles still clung to his collarbone and chest, as if placed there on purpose.
"You didn't rinse properly." Asher's voice was low as he pulled Noah onto his lap.
Noah froze, every muscle tensing at once.
From the nightstand, Asher picked up a warm towel and began wiping away the lingering bubbles—slow, deliberate, and focused.
The towel was warm. But on his skin, it burned.
Noah bit down hard on his lip, holding back every sound—until Asher's hand slid behind him, fingers gently parting the cleft of his ass.
A jolt shot through him like electricity, his eyes going wide.
"...Don't—"
His voice was barely a whisper, dry and strained.
"Don't what?" Asher's fingers traced slow circles over his tight entrance. "Didn't we already sign the contract?"
Noah wanted to argue, but Asher was already leaning in, brushing his lips over the shell of his ear.
That spot. The one that always made his spine tingle.
"Relax," Asher murmured at his neck, his voice a feather against his skin. "I won't hurt you."
"But if you stay this tight… it'll hurt more later."
Noah tried to stand, but his legs wouldn't hold him.
Asher pressed softly at his entrance, coaxing rather than forcing. Not pushing in—just teasing—enough to throw Noah's breathing into disarray.
His shoulders trembled. He shut his eyes.
Asher studied him for a moment, then reached for the lube.
"Let's use this," he said gently. "It'll feel better."
Cold liquid dripped between Noah's cheeks.
He shivered hard. "So cold…"
"It won't be for long." Asher's voice was a murmur, lips brushing the back of his neck.
Then—one finger slid inside. Just barely.
Noah flinched, gasping, his body instinctively trying to retreat.
But Asher held his hips steady.
"Don't move."
A second finger followed, slow, easing its way in until they rested side by side.
Noah's breath quickened. His legs trembled. His lips quivered, eyes glassy.
He bit into his arm, trying to dull the sensation with pain.
"It hurts… I can't…"
Asher didn't withdraw.
He moved slowly, letting the pads of his fingers stroke inside, coaxing him to adjust.
"You can," he murmured.
Noah didn't want to believe it—but heat was blooming low in his belly. Especially where Asher kept brushing—hot, shivery, like lightning to his brain.
Then—Asher's fingers curved, hitting that spot dead-on.
Noah jolted, a cry breaking from his throat.
"Ah—!"
There was nowhere to escape. His body melted against Asher's, completely in his hold.
Shame burned through him. He clamped a hand over his mouth, eyes wide, ears burning red.
Asher chuckled low against his chest, the sound rough.
"Don't hold it in," he said. "Biting back only makes it worse."
He pulled Noah closer, one arm tight around him, while his fingers continued to move slowly inside, brushing that spot again and again.
"You know," he whispered, lips to his ear, "when you're sitting on my lap like this—"
"It goes deeper."
"In this position, you'll climax faster."
Noah shook his head frantically. But his body was already betraying him.
He could feel it—his entrance fluttering uncontrollably, clenching around Asher's fingers, as if refusing to let them go. Each stroke sent a shudder through him. The pressure inside kept building, sharp and unbearable.
His nails dug into Asher's shoulders, his whole body trembling as tears welled up.
"No… I really… can't…"
"But you're squeezing me so tight," Asher breathed, amusement in his tone. "Your body's selling you out."
"Your mouth says no… but your little hole's the most honest part of you."
Noah's face burned, breath coming in ragged bursts.
He collapsed against Asher's shoulder, both of them slick with sweat. His body felt like it was burning.
But Asher still didn't stop.
A third finger joined the others.
Noah shuddered. This time, they slid in more easily, slick with lube and arousal—but the stretch was still overwhelming. Not painful, just… too much. Too full. Too intense.
A broken whimper slipped from him. "Ah… ah—no… I…!"
And then—Asher curled his fingers again.
Hard. Deep. Perfect.
Noah broke.
His back arched sharply, his body going rigid, legs clamping tight around Asher's waist.
He came.
The climax hit like a wave, fierce and unstoppable. He gasped, shuddering all over, as release spilled hot across his thigh, sticky and wet. His moans were high, broken—impossible to stifle.
Then—he cried.
His body went limp in Asher's arms, like all strength had drained away.
His shoulders trembled, tears sliding down his face to drip onto Asher's bare chest.
Asher held him close, one hand stroking slowly down his shaking back.
"So sensitive," he murmured against Noah's ear. "Your first time, and you reacted like that."
"You were trembling so hard in my hands…"
He licked a tear from Noah's cheek, his voice low and rough.
"And your little hole…"
"So obedient."