His breath hitched, eyes fluttering shut with pleasurable sighs as Xavier kept stroking the bulge between his legs. His hand fondled the stubborn, hot, throbbing flesh beneath, rubbing the tip just hard enough to make Asher's body shudder.
Asher cursed silently. His body was betraying him yet again, more times than he could count. Fuck... and why did it feel so damn good? So ecstatic that he actually, truly craved more.
This man standing before him was really pulling it off, and Asher absolutely should not give him the chance to win.
So he tried to fight him off. He wanted to speak, to protest, but Xavier shut him up by slamming his lips against his, sealing them completely over his mouth.
With an inviting look in his eyes, Xavier took the chance to slip his tongue teasingly past Asher's lips. Asher, who had once been resisting, fighting furiously and screaming in his head, suddenly began to feel so light, so heated, so dangerously elated.
And then... he moaned.
