they make quite the picture, hands at each others collars in his living room, breaths heavy, punctuating the tension with each puff. the whimpers falling from arlo’s lips light ascher aflame, wanting to lick them from his mouth only to draw more out with each passing moment. he has to bite back a groan that ends up rumbling low in his throat as he feels warm wet dripping onto the slope of his fingers, the precum gliding his fingers up the younger’s cock for another firm stroke from the calloused hand of an experienced partner. “yeah, LOVE, i’m touching you.” his gaze did not falter, remaining steadfast as he drank from arlo’s presence. his responsive hand starts to pump arlo’s cock slowly, massaging the underside of the flared tip as he tugs, smearing that oozing tip down the shaft with his thumb. “WOULD YOU ask?” ascher challenges, necessitating the younger to verbalize his desires explicitly.
form is strung so tight, knows the slightest movement would force him to snap, spiral even ––– doesn’t know if he’s ever been this aroused, situation has forced him to reach a whole new plain . thrumming with adrenaline, and perhaps a little fear, he steals another glance downwards, mouth dry with how slack his jaw had become . doesn’t know if it’s a conscious decision or not, didn’t have the means to consider it right now, but his hips press forward, watching as his painfully hard cock passes through the male’s grip . precum steadily pearling at the slit at an almost embarrassing rate, knees threatening to buckle at the stimulation ascher engages in . has wanted to be touched by a man for so long, one man in particular but he’d probably have accepted anything in the height of horniness, and it’s so much better than he’d imagined, his strokes so sure, there’s no hesitance or doubt . ‘ i don’t think . . . i think maybe you need to move your hand because i’m scared i’ll, y’know, i’m not good with self-control, ’ brunette insists, though the reluctance in his voice makes itself known, the other’s shirt is undoubtedly stretched at this point, his knuckles pale as he grasps at it in an attempt to ground himself . question posed has him licking his lips, as if stalling in his response, ‘ i’ve thought about you fucking me, i’ve thought about it a lot, but i have never thought about how i’d ask you to do it because i knew i’d never work up the nerve –– but i want it, want you to work me open, then stuff me full . so full that i convince myself i’ll never walk the same way again, empty your load into me, leave it dripping out of my hole . ’