Asra Jacks Off In Bed Next To You
Warnings: smut, angst and spoilers
Even though you can't remember your past with Asra, he- and his cock- certainly can. You're also asleep next to him while he gets off.
Asra glowers up at the ceiling, trying to block out the feeling of his cock straining against his underwear.
Sleeping with you is usually uncomfortable enough- the longing to hold you close is often unbearable- but that is when he isn't aroused.
Each time he closes his eyes, the magician is met with scenes from the past. Your teasing smile as you gaze up from between his legs. Your blissful expression as you lay beneath him. Every memory sends blood rushing to his cock- exactly why he had tried to bury them deep within. After all, your relationship had ended when the plague took you, there was no point lusting after someone who didn't feel the same way.
His eyes flit to you for a split second.
Moonlight adorns your face, your peaceful expression sending shame coursing through Asra's body. He can easily imagine your disgust, your horror, if you woke now and noticed his hard on.
Asra turns his back to your sleeping form, facing the wall.
There's nothing the magician can do; shuffling out of bed would surely wake you. No, he can't risk you seeing him in this state. He rolls onto his back, squeezing his eyes shut, attempting to sleep once again.
Yet his dick throbs incessantly, preventing Asra from any rest.
The magician can hardly remember the last time his cock had reacted in this way. Since your death, Asra could barely touch himself, his body aching for your hands running across his skin. Only you could truly satisfy him.
But with you beside him, your soft breaths sounding in the darkness, it is almost the same.
Maybe, if Asra can bury his shame long enough to finish himself off, tomorrow would be better.
Driving away this unwanted need would surely improve things- and it is clear there is only one way he can do that.
Asra's cock twitches in approval at the idea- his body is desperate for release.
The magician's mind is repulsed, however. How can he think of touching himself with you mere inches away? A mixture of arousal and shame sends his cheeks flushing deep red.
Yet Asra can't stop his hand sliding down his body- or his hand meeting his shaft, palming it through the thin fabric of his pajamas. Although hesitant and clumsy, the light rubbing against his cock is divine.
A memory forces its way into his mind- one of you on this bed with him, your lips wrapped around his cock. Involuntarily, his hips snap forward, cock rutting hard against his palm, a needy moan falling from the magician's lips at the long-awaited friction.
Asra is almost nauseated by the guilt that runs through him, sending tears to his eyes- but the gratification is irresistible. He needs to cum.
After a few moments of shame and panting, the magician slips his hand beneath his underwear.
Reluctant fingers trace his tip, gently running over the already red and swollen flesh.
Even the lightest touch is intoxicating- pleasure coursing through Asra's body. The overwhelming sensitivity serves to remind him how long it has been.
Yet Asra is keenly aware of your presence beside him, the warmth of your body in the dark.
Doing this so close to you feels wrong. It feels disgusting. But he can't stop himself.
His fingers creep lower, stroking up and down down his shaft, rubbing harder now, his length almost painfully stiff. All of the magician's restraint is being used to keep his hips still- he can't risk letting his movement wake you. But every twitch of his cock, every shock of pleasure, sends his inhibitions further away.
Biting his lip, Asra wraps his hand around his cock, stroking slowly, softly, from its base to its head, then back down. Each stroke is hypnotic, weakening his resolve as he tries not to moan. It's feeling of precum dripping from his tip, making his cock slide slickly against his fingers, that finally shatters his self control. Before he can stop himself, Asra thrusts hard into his fist, unable to fight against his body's desires.
His hips move automatically, as if he is in a trance, bucking upwards again and again, ecstasy forcing soft whimpers from the magician's lips. A sheen of precum begins to coat his length, cock sliding easily against his fingers.
Images of you riding him appear in his mind, the memory of your gaze, half-lidded and lustful arousing the magician even more. Asra loved having you on top of him, moaning blissfully as you came again and again around his length. He grips his dick harder, chasing the long absent feeling of your walls squeezing down on him.
Overcome by euphoria, the magician relinquishes control, letting his body take over to do whatever satisfies his cock. The movement of his hips is animalistic and harsh, driven by his immense need to get off. Save for wanton thoughts of you, Asra's mind is blank, conquered by the haze of pleasure his body has inflicted upon him.
The magician can feel his precum seeping into his boxers, a damp patch forming next to his tip. And he can hear how slick his cock is too, judging by the sloppy noises echoing around the room. His thrusts only get harder as his cock slickens.
Within minutes, Asra feels close to cumming, his cock unable to cope with this much pleasure after so long.
But he can't stop yet. Not when it feels so good.
Just when he feels on the edge of climax, when the pulsating of his cock reaches a crescendo, he squeezes the tip of his cock, stopping his cum from shooting out.
Once Asra is certain his orgasm has been staved off, he begins to stimulate himself again, starting by tracing teasing circles on his upper thigh. His fingers trail to his balls, massaging them lightly, relishing his own gentle touches. After a few moments of holding back, he lets his hand wrap around his length, fucking it once more. Asra can't contain his voice, soft moans filling the air.
He thrusts roughly into his hand, cock sliding through from base to tip, every inch being pleasured. It's how he wishes he could fuck you: deep and thorough, claiming you as his once again.
As he imagines you beneath him, a rustling sounds from beside him and you shift slightly. The magician's head whips around to look at you, his heart pounding hard in his chest. But he doesn't stop. In fact- deep within his lust-filled mind- Asra almost wants you to see him pleasuring himself. The risk of it- although terrifying- excites him in some depraved way, sending his hand moving faster, pumping his cock furiously.
Your name begins to fall from Asra's lips- over and over- whispered reverently, urgently. His hand is a blur as he rapidly strokes his cock, orgasm building once again.
Asra pulls the blanket up to his face, hungrily breathing in your scent. It's the same as the times he buried his face in your neck, kissing and sucking at your skin, as he waited for his balls to fully drain inside you.
How he yearns to cum inside you now, feeling your insides twitch around his cock, milking every last drop of his seed.
The memory of releasing inside you is what finally brings him over the edge, moaning your name loud in pure bliss. With one hard thrust, he releases, as he imagines burying his cock deep within you, ready to paint your insides with his seed.
Rope after rope of cum shoots from Asra's pulsating cock, coating the inside of his underwear in sticky white. His hand positively drips with it, especially as he continues to stroke his dick, wringing out more of his seed. Even when the magician thinks he can cum no more, his cock twitches and his balls empty further, a few splurts of cum escaping his underwear and shooting onto his stomach. Asra had never came nearly as hard as this- at least not without you touching him.
It takes a few minutes for Asra to slow his breathing, his body's yearning finally quenched. As soon as the magician recognises what he has done, self-loathing floods him.
Asra covers his face with his clean hand, battling away tears, a surge of insurmountable shame overpowering him. Without the haze of arousal shielding his mind, the magician is crushed.
How could he face you in the morning? Undoubtedly he would have to leave you alone again, travelling to faraway lands to escape what he has done. But for now, Asra fixes his eyes on the ceiling again, his underwear a drenched mess, regret eating away at him until he finally falls asleep.
