Asher sat there in the dim glow of the bedside lamp, his breath shallow, his pulse erratic. The quiet hum of the night wrapped around them, amplifying the steady rhythm of Ezekiel's breathing. He lay sprawled on the bed, the sheets barely covering his toned, sculpted body. His face was serene, lost in the depths of sleep, but his presence—his intoxicating heat—made Asher restless.
He swallowed hard, his fingers hovering just above Ezekiel's exposed stomach. The temptation had always been there, lurking in stolen glances, lingering touches that lasted a fraction too long. But now, with Zeke lying before him, bathed in the soft glow of the night, Asher found himself caught in an unrelenting pull.
His fingers moved before he could stop them, grazing the warm skin just above Zeke's waistband. The sensation sent a jolt through his body, making his breath hitch. He hesitated, watching for any sign that Zeke might wake, but the other man remained still, lost in his dreams.
The muscles beneath Asher's fingertips twitched slightly at the touch, a reaction that sent a dangerous thrill through him. Emboldened, he pressed his palm flat against Zeke's abdomen, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. His hand slid lower, tracing the subtle ridge of muscle, the fine trail of hair disappearing beneath his waistband.
His heart pounded.
He knew he was crossing a line, but he couldn't stop himself. Not when the air between them felt charged, electric. Not when he had spent so many nights wondering, aching, longing.
His fingertips traced slow, feather-light circles just above the waistband, teasing the sensitive skin there. A soft sigh escaped Zeke's parted lips, his head tilting slightly to the side. Asher froze, watching, waiting—but he didn't stir beyond that.
Asher exhaled shakily, his restraint slipping.
His hand dipped lower, fingers ghosting over the hard outline beneath Zeke's gray pants. The heat beneath was undeniable, the shape firm, heavy against his palm. His breath trembled as he applied the slightest pressure, feeling the way Zeke's body responded instinctively, even in sleep.
A shudder ran through him as he rubbed slow, teasing strokes over the fabric, feeling the way Zeke twitched beneath him. Asher's lips parted, his own body reacting to the charged atmosphere, to the forbidden nature of what he was doing. He bit down on his lip, desperate to contain the wave of desire crashing over him.
Zeke's breathing changed.
It was subtle—just the faintest shift, a hitch in the steady rhythm—but Asher noticed. His fingers stilled for a moment, hovering, waiting to see if he had gone too far. But Zeke remained lost in sleep, his face still peaceful, his lashes fluttering slightly as if he were caught in a dream.
A dream about what? Or… who?
Asher's stomach clenched at the thought.
He swallowed down the guilt, the hesitation. Slowly, torturously, his hand moved again, molding around the solid length beneath Zeke's pants, applying the slightest squeeze.
A low, barely audible groan rumbled from Zeke's throat, his hips shifting just the slightest bit toward Asher's touch. The sound sent a violent shiver down Asher's spine, and for a moment, he thought he might fall apart right there.
His fingers curled, his palm pressing more firmly, rubbing slow, deliberate strokes. The way Zeke's body responded—even unconsciously—was intoxicating. His muscles tensed beneath Asher's touch, his thighs shifting slightly, his lips parting in a breathless sigh.
Asher bit down hard on his bottom lip, his other hand gripping the sheets to ground himself. He could stop now. He should stop now. But the way Zeke's body reacted, the way his hips twitched slightly toward Asher's touch—it was driving him insane.
He leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over Zeke's exposed throat. His scent was intoxicating, something dark and warm, something purely him. Asher's fingers traced along the waistband, dipping just beneath the fabric, teasing the bare skin underneath.
Zeke let out another sound—a low, needy sigh. His head tilted back slightly against the pillow, exposing more of his throat, his body shifting just enough to make Asher's restraint snap like a fragile thread.
He curled his fingers beneath the fabric, slipping just far enough to feel the velvety heat of Zeke's skin. His entire body was burning, his blood roaring in his ears as he drank in the sight of the man beneath him, lost in dreams, unaware of just how deeply Asher was drowning in him.
Then, suddenly—Zeke shifted.
It was only the slightest movement—his head turning, his lashes fluttering—but it was enough to make Asher's entire body go rigid. His breath caught in his throat as he felt the way Zeke's grip twitched slightly on the sheets.
For one agonizing second, Asher thought he was awake.
But then—his breathing evened out again. His body settled, and his grip on the sheets loosened.
Asher exhaled sharply, realization crashing over him like cold water.
He was losing control. He had already lost it.
His hands trembled as he pulled away, as if burned. His body was still humming with heat, his own desire still thrumming beneath his skin, but he forced himself to still, to stop.
He sat there, staring at Zeke's peaceful face, his chest rising and falling with soft, steady breaths.
What the hell was he doing?
His heart was still racing, his fingers still tingling with the memory of Zeke's warmth. He could feel the phantom sensation of it on his skin, haunting him.
With a shaky breath, Asher clenched his fists and forced himself to move away. He couldn't trust himself—not with Zeke so close, so intoxicating, so completely unguarded.
Not when the only thing holding him back was a fragile, rapidly crumbling thread of restraint.
As he pulled back, his breath uneven, his body still pulsing with unspent heat, he made himself one silent promise.
Never again.
Even though he already knew…
It was a lie.
But will he be able to hold that promise but as he was about to get up from the bed a large hand griped him by his waist.
" Where do you think you're going not when I am so riled up, you have awaken my little monster so you're gonna tame it pumpkin."
Zeke eyes was now wide awake and he was serious he was so really hard, his dick bouncing so much, crying for attention and care.
Asher cursed this wasn't what he wanted and it wasn't his fault that Ezekiel slept half naked doesn't he know the effect he has on people for crying out loud, seeing what he caused he smiled and went down on his knees, it was time for business Plan B in motion.