"A-Asher, hurry…" Caspian urged, bringing his tied hands down to sink them into Asher's hair.
The Alpha was selectively deaf to his words, his long fingers pressed against his prostate as he lapped up his slick.
Caspian had to pull hard on Asher's hair to get his message across, a sound of relief ghosting over his kiss-bruised lips when his mate finally stopped with the slow torture.
His crystal blue eyes were fixed on his husband's dick, he wanted it in his mouth, cutting off his air supply and making his eyes sting with tears, but even more than that, he wanted Asher inside him.
"H-Hurry," He whined, his tied hands grasping thin air with Asher gone from between his legs.
Caspian was far too relieved by the feel of Asher's tip pushing into him to pick up on the fact that the Alpha hadn't even bothered to take the panties off, he just pushed the panties to the side.
