Caspian was worried that Asher would have a difficult time with his hands tied down, his hesitation clear to see.
"What are you thinking about?" Asher asked him patiently, a stark difference from how tightly his fists were clenched, his legs thrashing slightly.
Telling Asher about it was just as hard as sitting on the Alpha’s face, his brows furrowed.
"Will... you be alright?" He asked slowly, unable to hold Asher’s gaze.
"I’d never lie to you..."
Caspian pushed himself to move, knowing that if he kept up with the conversation, his moxie would completely diminish.
Getting into position was a little awkward without Asher’s help but all the awkwardness quickly fell away, sharp spikes of pleasure replacing it.
Caspian had a look of surprised pleasure on his face, propping himself up on the headboard.
His arms gave in when Asher licked into him like he was starved, falling face first into the padded headboard, his knees on either side of Asher’s head.
Caspian had to get off him so he wouldn’t cum, shudders going through his body as he stared back at Asher who licked his glistening lips like he hadn’t gotten enough.
It was a good thing that the Alpha was tied down because his straining arms were a clear indication that if he wasn’t, he would have pulled him back and eaten him out till he was satisfied.
The pleasure made it hard to think, his movements a bit sluggish as he sat on the Alpha’s leaking dick.
Caspian was no good at riding, and his legs felt like mush. Being completely filled with Asher’s length pushing right against his prostate didn’t give him any bonuses.
He fell forward on Asher’s chest when he bottomed out, staring up at the Alpha through the locks of pale blond hair in his face.
He sat up after catching his breath and adjusting to the Alpha’s size, he pulled up till only his tip was left in and slowly bottomed out again.
The moan wrenched from him mingled with Asher’s sounds of pleasure.
He repeated this a few times until his legs started to burn, making him drop harder than he intended to.
The cry wrenched from him was loud enough to be heard down the hallway, his legs giving in.
Asher flexed his hips instinctively despite telling himself that he would let Caspian lead the pace.
Caspian had already been holding back for a while so the unexpected jab to his prostate was enough to push him over the edge.
His moans came out strangled when Asher chased the pleasure of his spasming hole, the action drawing out his orgasm.
By the time he was coming down, Asher was close and he could feel the Alpha’s knot swelling.
Caspian made the mistake of trying to sit up, pushing his damp hair out of his face with a single hand.
He just wanted to help Asher out, it couldn’t be comfortable for him to take the lead in that position.
But it didn’t matter because Asher just effortlessly lifted his entire weight with just his hips, his thrusts slowing down to a grind as his knot got bigger.
Staying upright when Asher came was simply impossible, pressing kisses into his neck and collarbones where he could reach.
The thought of marking Asher crossed Caspian’s mind again but he wanted it to be special, he wanted it to be an exchange.
He muffled a cry of Asher’s name by gently biting his shoulder when the Alpha began thrusting without warning, overstimulated.
Thankfully he had pity on him then and went still, the chains clanging.
Caspian held him as tight as he could, not moving a muscle even though he felt uncomfortably full, Asher’s knot going down.
He was drowsy and drunk on Asher’s scent, his body deliciously sore.
Their heartbeats slowed in tandem, their overheated bodies cooling down despite being tightly pressed against each other.
Asher tried not to jostle his chains, curbing the urge to pull against it, an urge caused by how much he wanted to touch Caspian.
His declaration of love felt shallow... unenough.
Watching Caspian stubbornly refuse to leave him made him go quiet, it made the voices in his head go quiet.
Three words couldn’t possibly convey how he made him feel but if it was what Caspian needed to hear he would say it as often as he could.
Asher pulled at his chains before he could stop himself, frowning when it made Caspian flinch.
He was relieved when he went right back to sleep, gritting his teeth at how much he wanted to touch him again.
It was a vicious little cycle.
Asher had been quick to say that he didn’t want to consider a solution because he didn’t trust himself, but a lot of that also had to do with not trusting Caspian.
...and not listening to him as well.
He winced at the memory of their past arguments, feeling the heat of his rut fade away.
He had been inconsiderate and he shut down tighter than a bank vault whenever anyone tried to have a logical conversation with him.
Honestly, Caspian should be pissed off that he locked him up.
He could blame his rut for making him act up and that was partially the case but it was also a thought that had crossed his mind before.
He was so focused on protecting Caspian for being fragile that he ignored the Omega’s strengths...
All that he had gone through, remaining unflinching and not seeing Asher any different regardless of who he was.
Although the Alpha’s brain power seemed to malfunction whenever it involved him.
Guilt ate at him for something he should have seen since but nothing stabbed at his heart harder than Caspian not thinking he was worthy.
He would have to remedy that, and the first best way to do that would be to get over his fear and mark his mate...
The realization that he had never called Caspian that sank in, and the guilt in his middle expanded further.