Slowly, Truman lowered himself down on Ash once more. Their erections met and Truman had to bite his lip to keep from crying out with the exquisite sensation.

“Lemme hear you,” Ash murmured.

The shaky, lustful noises that spilled out of Truman’s mouth as they ground together embarrassed him at first. But they clearly turned Ash on, so he decided to stop worrying about it. Soon, they were thrusting against each other and groaning.

Using muscles that Truman had appreciated but never seen in action before, Ash crunched up and pulled Truman higher on his body.

“Can I touch you?” he asked, cupping Truman’s ass.

“You can touch me anywhere,” Truman breathed out.

“You have the most gorgeous ass,” Ash murmured. “Every time your back’s to me, I want to walk right up to you and press myself against you, feel your perfect ass.”

Truman groaned.

“Don’t stop talking. Damn.”

“Yeah? Okay.”

Ash ran a fingertip between Truman’s cheeks and lingered on his hole.

“I want to press against you, then pull your pants down, bend you over, and bury my face right here.”

He whirled his finger, making Truman’s breath catch. Exquisite frissons were shooting through him, scrambling his ability to think.

“I want to spread you open behind the counter, right there in the open so that if a customer came in, you’d just have to wait. Then I would take the softest rose I could find, and I would tease your hole with it until you were begging me to open you up and fuck you until you screamed.”

“Oh my god,” Truman groaned.

“Too much?” Ash asked.

“No no no, nope, no. Definitely not.”

Ash kissed his cheek. “C’mere.”

Truman was led to Ash’s bed, mind utterly scrambled with lust.

“Can I play with you?” Ash asked, breath hot against Truman’s thighs.

“You can do whatever the hell you want with me. No, seriously, please.”

Ash chuckled softly. Truman heard the sound of a pop, and then Ash’s fingers were back, rubbing around his hole, slick with lube.

Truman pressed his cheek to the bed and tried to shove his ass back onto Ash’s fingers, but Ash seemed to enjoy tormenting him.

“So damn sweet,” Ash said. “You’re so hungry for me.” He rubbed Truman’s hole so slowly that Truman felt light-headed.

“Oh my god, don’t stop,” he begged.

“I won’t.”

Ash kissed the base of his spine, then slid a thick finger inside him. For a moment, Truman’s body resisted, then his muscles gave way, and all he felt was the exquisite intrusion.

Ash explored his body with a singular focus, noting every moan, gasp, and twitch to map Truman’s pleasure, until it felt like he’d turned to jelly around Ash’s fingers. An insistent buzz grew and grew, and when Ash curled his finger against Truman’s prostate, a wash of exquisite pleasure overwhelmed him.