"Hey," He whispered when Caspian slowly opened his eyes.
Glassy blue eyes stared at him, Caspian staring up at him with a miffed expression. He didn't think that someone being so visibly upset with him would be so attractive.
"You blacked out," He told him helpfully.
Caspian responded with a cutting glare - he was so bad at being mad - a cute furrow between his brows, full lips scrunched up.
Asher slowly ground against his prostate, making his eyes roll a little. "And I haven't cum yet. How are you going to fix this?"
Caspian would tell him to fix it himself if he could string a proper sentence together, making little 'ah ah' sounds with every shallow thrust the Alpha made.
He had done literally nothing and his entire body hurt, didn't Asher fucking get tired? And why did he have to have such crazy stamina?
