Captive Mate BL
Chapter 142: + - 142+

Asher cursed under his breath, genuinely wanting to leave his bonds for the first time.

He didn’t know how to be in love, but he supposed that being in love was this feeling he got right then...

The feeling of wanting to try.

Asher didn’t know how to be in love but he would try for Caspian.

He would probably never get over the fear that he could hurt Caspian but... he would try.

"Hey, hey, look at me," He urged, his voice having a hint of desperation.

Caspian blue eyes were glassy, his hand straying into Asher’s hair. He couldn’t say if it was to comfort the Alpha or himself.

"You can. You deserve it." Asher said slowly, his fists clenched.

He almost wished that he had agreed to have this conversation later, but that was because he wanted to hold Caspian.

He rather preferred that they talked about this now because he didn’t want Caspian carrying this all by himself any longer.

"I’m sorry I never said this to you before," He apologized contritely.

This was all his fault, and it was a blame he would accept.

Asher wasn’t very great with words, but expecting that Caspian would know how he felt without saying it was unfair.

"You own me. I love you."

Asher’s expression crumpled into one of panic when tears spilled down Caspian’s face, the salty drops falling on his way.

"Did I say something wrong? Are you hurt..."

Caspian’s expression was fond despite his tears, "Stop pulling on your chains," He scolded without heat. "I’m fine..."

Well fine was a bold word to use...

"I love you too," Caspian cupped his face and leaned even closer, staining Asher’s overheated skin with his tears.

He had wanted to say that so many times before but he had been worried that it would throw Asher off... not anymore.

"I love you... I love you... I love you..."

Now that he had said it once, the dam spilled, his voice muffled as he pressed wet kisses into Asher’s skin.

Asher melted into the attention and he’d be content to stay like this for an eternity, hearing three of his favorite words from his favorite person.

But his rut had other plans, Caspian slowly lifting his head with a devious expression.

Caspian kissed him and the kiss tasted sweet with his tears, blue eyes clear like the ocean.

Asher could further dwell on how long Caspian had carried the doubt that he wasn’t the most important person to him but his rut was already pulling him under.

Caspian kissing down his torso didn’t help either, the Omega straddled him, his hands on either side of his on the bed.

"I want to mark you when you’re not tied down." He said honestly, reaching down to grab Asher through his pants.

"Let’s deal with this first."

Asher groaned through gritted teeth at the unexpected pleasure, missing the leather strap in his mouth because it gave him something to do other than lay there and endure the riotous sensations.

Caspian got rid of his shirt, matching with Asher for a moment.

He scooched lower down Asher’s body so that he was at eye level with his dick, pulling it free and staring at it hungrily.

Asher cursing made him glance up, a happy innocent smile on his face as he jerked the Alpha off.

He held eye contact as he licked his dripping-wet tip; it was a good thing Caspian would never get tired of having Asher’s dick in his mouth.

Because even though he sucked the Alpha off till he spilled, making a mess on the bed, he was still hard.

Caspian didn’t mind the mess, he could easily clean it up.

His fresh pair of pants were messy again, precum and slick making it uncomfortable to wear.

Even as he pulled his pants off and chucked them over a shoulder, he thought about how he should have taken a fresh set of clothes because he doubted there were any in this room.

Asher’s head was comfortably propped on a pillow, at the perfect height to stare at him unabashedly.

Caspian would be more self-conscious if he wasn’t so desperate, he needed Asher inside him ever since their first tryst in the basement.

It had been weeks since their last time so he had to prep himself or the Alpha wouldn’t fit.

His thick skin didn’t save him here, burning up a bright red to rival Asher’s heatwave caused by his rut.

"Need my help?" Asher asked with a slow smile, watching him squirm.

Caspian almost accepted before remembering that Asher was tied up, which meant his wonderful fingers were out of commission.

"I-I can do it," He said uncertainly, hesitating to reach behind himself. "Your hands are tied down." He pointed out the obvious.

"I don’t need my hands," Asher went on, his voice syrupy.

That made Caspian pause, Asher’s legs weren’t tied down but the Alpha stayed still regardless while he straddled him.

Caspian was fine with Asher’s fingers inside him, and he would also be fine doing it himself in any other situation.

Having Asher stare fixedly at him while he fingered himself was something he didn’t think he could do.

He had already been contemplating going off to the bathroom to prep himself and then returning after when Asher proposed his help.

"So... how..." He asked slowly, trying to figure it out.

"Sit on my face." Asher deadpanned.

Caspian flinched at that, his toes curling. That was an even worse option for his sanity.

"I-I..." He stuttered, already eyeing the bathroom.

"Don’t run now," Asher taunted, gaze predatory. "I want to taste you and you need help prepping, we can fix both our problems."

Caspian’s legs felt like jelly, as much as Asher’s suggestion terrified him, it was just as intriguing.

He busied himself with taking Asher’s pants on completely as he thought about it.

The fact that he was still on the bed meant that his mind was made up, but crossing the distance to do as Asher said was a little too much.