I lay my body over Asher’s and spoke near his ear. He was delirious, and I wanted to be sure he was focused and ready.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, baby. You want that?”

“Yes. God, yes. Now.”

“Look at me.”

His eyes fluttered open. They were glassy, and his pupils were blown.

“Good. You need to tell me if it’s too much. I need to know you’ll communicate.”

“I will.”

“It’s gonna hurt at first, but it will pass. Bear down when I push in. It will help. I’ll go slow.”

He clung to my gaze, knuckles white in the sheets, and nodded frantically.

I lined up, watching Asher for any signs of him freaking out. Our audience vanished from my mind. Asher was my sole concern.

I took my time, pressing against the tight ring of muscle and inching inside little by little. He gritted his teeth and growled into the pillow, but I knew Asher would tell me to stop if it was too much, so I kept going. Slowly.

When I bottomed out, he had beads of sweat at his temples and was verging on hyperventilating.

“Are you good?” I asked by his ear.

He rolled his face away from the pillow. “Holy fuck. When the hell did you get a ginormous dick? It was normal-sized when I was sucking on it a few minutes ago. Now, it’s like King Kong is in my ass.”

Jay snorted, and Asher’s head shot off the pillow as he scowled across the room. “Fuck you, Jay. Holy fucking hell, my ass is full right now. Ow, I think. No. It’s good. Holy fuck. I don’t even know. Just. Shit.” He dropped his face to the pillow and growled.

I glanced at Jay, who was now sitting on Dean’s lap. One of Dean’s hands covered Jay’s mouth to silence his laughter, but the other hand was down the front of Jay’s open pants, stroking him.

“Hey. You’re not supposed to be doing that here.”

“Shut up and focus on the task at hand, Atticus,” Dean said. “Your brother is begging to be fucked, and you’re worried about me and Jay? Get on with the show, buddy.”

“Asshole,” I muttered, turning back to face Asher.

The tight creases in his brow had relaxed. His muscles were unwinding.

“I’m gonna move. You ready?”

“Do it. Please.”

I took my time, gliding from his ass and finding my way home again. Asher’s mouth fell open, and his eyes rolled back in his head. “Oh fuck, yes. Holy shit. That’s really good.”

I kept to a slower tempo until I knew he wasn’t uncomfortable anymore, then I picked up the pace. It didn’t take long before Asher was meeting my thrusts, fucking back onto my dick each time I flew forward.