Yes.
That was all it was.
He only wanted a body.
There was no love, and there never would be.
So be it. As long as he liked it, it was enough.
Noah's throat burned. Heat stung at the corners of his eyes. He clenched his jaw and shut them tight.
The next moment, a searing kiss crashed down on him, fierce enough to tear him apart. His lips, his tongue—completely devoured. Moans tangled with ragged breaths until reason crumbled into dust.
As the kiss deepened, Asher's hand found the drawer of the nightstand, pulling free a tube of lube. Cool liquid dripped onto sensitive skin, sliding between trembling folds of muscle.
Noah's whole body snapped taut. His lower back arched, legs locking stiff. His fingers dug helplessly into the sheets. But instead of the brutal thrust he braced for, a single finger pressed in—slow, patient. More a caress than an intrusion, though every stroke burned like deliberate provocation.
"Ah—!" His spine jolted, shudders rippling down his frame. He clamped his teeth shut, nails curling tight, only to have his wrists seized and pinned above his head. His chest lay bare, breaths tearing loose from him.
Not like before—rough, hurried, merciless. This time, Asher was excruciatingly patient. The finger slid deeper, retreated, circled, spreading slickness until every inch yielded.
Noah's chest heaved violently, breath splintering into choked whimpers. He tried to swallow them back, but when that finger brushed there, his whole body convulsed, eyes flooding red.
"Mm…" His voice broke, weak and trembling like a sob.
A second finger pushed in. Careful, steady—but the stretch tore a sharp gasp from him. Asher's other hand slid down his waist, gripping his quivering hip in a possessive hold. Shame and pleasure clashed, breaking him down piece by piece.
"Don't hold it in." The low voice cracked like command against his ear.
Noah shivered hard. His body remained stiff, but the words dug deep, unraveling the tension thread by thread.
By the time three fingers pried him wide, his thighs had been hauled over Asher's hips, his body stretched open, walls coated in slick. The burn of expansion blurred into heat that stole his breath. Tears glazed his lashes, lips swollen and trembling.
And when the fingers slipped free, leaving him empty, he barely had a moment to gasp before something hotter, heavier pressed to his entrance.
Noah froze. He twisted, weakly pushing away, but his wrists were already pinned.
The thick length eased forward, relentless. Slick let it slide, but the sensation of being forced open inch by inch made his nails bite into Asher's shoulders. His whole body trembled, helpless.
The last thrust sank to the hilt. Noah cried out, voice torn and broken. Tears clung to the corners of his eyes as his chest heaved. He tried to resist, but Asher held him down, immovable.
Forehead pressed to Noah's shoulder, Asher drew a deep breath, Adam's apple bobbing. The heat wrapping him tight nearly broke his control.
Then the slow rhythm began.
Each thrust sank deep, steady and suffocating. Noah's back arched with every push, fingers clutching at Asher's neck. Moans spilled, shattered and unrestrained.
Jaw tight, breath ragged, Asher's gaze burned into him. The squeeze around him, the pull of every withdrawal, the plunge of every return—it was unbearable, addictive.
The ache inside Noah blurred into something hotter. The fullness spread through his chest, stealing his breath until it came ragged and sharp.
His hips betrayed him, moving faintly in sync. Asher caught his leg and hooked it over his shoulder. The angle drove deeper. Noah jolted, a tear sliding down his cheek. "Too… too deep—ah!"
Asher's groan rasped low in his throat, lips brushing Noah's ear. "Endure."
Every pull was met with desperate suction. Every thrust tore him wider, filled him fuller.
"Ah—ahh!" His whole frame shook, breaths broken, his voice splintering into sobs.
Pleasure pooled, relentless. Against his will, he was starting to feel it.
Asher's breaths quickened. His voice frayed at the edges. "You feel it, don't you?"
Noah shook, eyes glassy, voice fragile. "W-what…?"
"This." His teeth clenched, a hard thrust slamming in deep. "Being filled by me."
"Aah—!" Noah's cry cracked into a scream, body caving. The wave of pleasure ripped through him, leaving him limp, undone.
Hot breath dragged across his skin, teeth sinking into his collarbone. Each drag of Asher's hips ground right against that spot, unraveling him completely. His cries turned into broken sobs, shameless.
Then he was flipped, pressed into the sheets, arms pinned above his head. His hips were dragged up, ass bared high. And the next second, Asher drove in from behind, burying himself to the hilt.
"Ahh—!" Noah's chest slammed into the bed, back arched, thighs trembling so hard they could barely hold him.
Asher gripped his waist, movements rougher now, pounding harder. The air filled with the obscene slap of skin and the slick churn of lube. Noah sobbed, shaking his head, begging between cries. "Slower… please—ahh—"
But his body betrayed him. With every deep thrust, his stomach tightened until a sudden, blinding release ripped through him.
"Ahhh—!" He convulsed, clenching around Asher in a vice.
Asher growled, low and guttural, hips snapping forward, burying himself as heat spilled deep inside.
Noah's scream broke against the sheets. Sweat and tears blurred his vision. His body trembled violently, walls spasming around the thickness still pulsing inside.
Asher collapsed forward, forehead to his, voice rasping low. "Do you know how good it feels to f*ck you?"
"So good I don't want to pull out." He thrust hard again, forcing another cry from Noah's throat.
"Ah—stop—ahh—slower—mm…"
But Asher was already moving again. His pace built, greedy, reckless.
Noah buried his face in the pillow, crying as he was driven open again and again, lost in shame, lost in pleasure.
That night, he never said "no" again.
And Asher—
Asher lost control completely.