If Asher wasn’t held down , the Alpha would have already folded him in half and fucked him hard enough to be unable to string together a proper sentence.
So this was as much for him as it was for Asher. He was being logical about trying to tire Asher out, he just wasn’t being needlessly cruel.
If he smiled a little too wide at Asher’s frustrated groans whenever he slowed down, that was his little secret.
"You know," Caspian pouted, already starting to lose count of how many times he had edged Asher.
"This is also hard for me too," He complained, focusing on his oversensitized tip.
"I want you in my mouth right now, but I have to wait-" He cut himself when Asher came on his face, nice enough to speed up to help the Alpha through his orgasm.
He leaned in when the stripes of white tapered off, popping Asher’s red tip in his mouth to suck hard on it.
Most of the Alpha’s generous orgasm had spilled on the lower part of his face, which was a good thing because it didn’t get in his eyes.
But the downside was that it got on his neck and his top.
He pulled off Asher’s dick with an obscenely loud pop, "You made me messy," He clicked his tongue in disapproval.
He doubted Asher could hear him though, the Alpha’s head was thrown back, the single band of heavy-duty chain around his neck looking more like an accessory.
Caspian licked his lips hungrily, unsurprised that Asher was still mostly hard.
He took his top off and used it to clean up as best as he could, tossing it to the side.
Asher’s hands were clenched into fists, and he gently placed a hand on one of his, taking his hand away to replace it with the side of his face.
Asher’s fist unclenched to provide a cusp for him to rest his face, and he glanced up to find the Alpha staring at him with complete recognition in those familiar hazel eyes.
Caspian pulled away to settle between his parted legs again, swallowing impatiently.
Asher’s tip was still an angry red, and he wondered if it would be too much to suck him off right away.
He looked up at Asher again, asking with his eyes as he reached for him again.
He didn’t get any protests so he didn’t slow down, kissing and licking up and down his dick to slick him up before taking him in his mouth.
Caspian’s sweatpants felt uncomfortably tight but he didn’t reach for himself, ignoring the cramped discomfort to take Asher deeper in his mouth.
The feeling of being full and having his oxygen slightly cut off made his eyes water, squirming slightly from the tingle that ran all the way through him to his fingertips.
He gagged slightly when he had half the Alpha’s length down his throat, content to take it slow.
Asher was onboard with this as well, because he didn’t make any move to thrust into his mouth.
He instead watched him so intently that Caspian couldn’t hold his gaze.
Caspian swallowed experimentally around Asher’s dick, not wanting to pull out even for a moment.
Asher remained silent but his clenched fists and twitching dick were a dead giveaway of how much he was affected.
Caspian moaned softly in his throat when he got every inch of Asher’s dick down his throat, slipping a hand in his own hair to mimic the Alpha’s harsh grip.
Caspian wanted Asher to fuck his throat, and he was honestly surprised that he hadn’t taken the opportunity given to him.
He called it because, in the next moment, Asher was experimentally thrusting deeper into his mouth.
His movements were slow, measured, and oh-so-cautious, but Caspian didn’t miss how tense Asher was in the chair, how much self-control he was using up.
Which was great because he felt like was going under, a dazed expression on his face. No more than a willing cocksleeve for Asher to fuck into.
He forgot to swallow, drooling down Asher’s dick, plump lips glistening.
Caspian’s grip on his hair loosened, resting all of his weight on his knees, his other hand barely holding onto Asher’s thighs.
His eyelids felt heavy, his head filled with cotton and the hazy smoke of Asher’s scent.
He wasn’t such how long he was on his knees with Asher thrusting into his mouth with controlled movements, the muffled sound of his name, snapping him out of his daze.
Asher came down his throat at that moment, Caspian’s orgasm washing over him right after even though he didn’t touch himself.
Caspian’s eyes went heavy-lidded, his eyes rolling a bit at the sublime pleasure.
He should probably pull off Asher’s dick so he didn’t choke but that would only create more of a mess.
He felt uncomfortably full when he finally pulled off Asher’s spent dick, wanting nothing more than to take off his pants.
But he had already taken off his top, and Jael was supposed to come back. He didn’t think completely undressing was a great idea.
Caspian gently belted Asher back up, his knees feeling like they were made of jelly.
There was no salvaging his top but a quick scan of the room showed that Asher’s fur coat had been discarded to the side, probably when he had been dragged down here.
He walked over to it to pick it up, because while Asher was overheated, if he stayed in this drafty basement without some cover, he would catch a cold.
The Alpha made a panicked sound in his throat, making Caspian hurry back to him with his heavy ass coat.
He just knew that Asher’s shoulders had to hurt wearing it all day.
"Hey, I’m right here," He cupped Asher’s face. "I just wanted to grab this," He held it out in front of Asher.
He slipped the fur coat on, and it fit like an overcoat, going down to his ankles. It almost made him consider taking his pants off so that he would wear just Asher’s coat.
He chose to endure the discomfort for a little while longer, sitting comfortably on Asher.