Captive Mate BL Chapter 69: - 69

Caspian ended up seated on Asher with his back to the Alpha, his little dress bunched up at his waist.

He felt Asher push the fake waves of blonde hair to the side impatiently, a quiet growl coming from him as he pulled it off.

That brought back the mory of the first ti he t Asher, quiet laughter spilling past his lips.

That mont had been terrifying for him but now it was just humorous.

The Mafia King’s impatience was nice to see, it was good to know that he hadn’t been the only one left wanting.

He tilted his head to the side so that Asher could get proper access to his neck, caring little that he was soaking the Alpha’s pants through with slick.

With how wet he was, he would barely need any prep to take Asher.

Fortunately for him because he wasn’t given a warning before the fragile underwear he wore was easily snapped off, Asher lifting him up by the waist to fuck into him.

Caspian gasped out a moan at the intrusion, his head falling forward.

He tasted his own lipstick as he bit his lips to keep in the sounds as Asher slowly bottod out.

The Alpha caressed his thighs soothingly, pressing kisses into the side of his neck.

"Fuck. You take so well," He murmured into the shell of his ear, nibbling on it.

Caspian was sure he would have lted into a puddle if Asher hadn’t been holding onto him so tight, feeling indescribably full.

His gentle words and touches disappeared the mont he moved...

Caspian was forced into an arch when Asher held both of his hands behind his back with a single hand, another possessive hand around his bare waist.

The dress stayed put across his chest, Asher’s shoes on either side of his heels, and the contrast of his pale thighs to the dark fabric of Asher’s pants was startling.

The Alpha effortlessly lifted his weight up and down the length of his dick making Caspian rest his weight on the tip of the delicate shoes.

And considering that Asher had hit his prostrate the first ti he bottod out and on every thrust after, it was a surprise he hadn’t cum yet.

Caspian’s shoulders were a little sore when Asher let go of his wrists in favor of pulling his entire body close.

His lips parted when his back hit Asher’s torso, his toes curling at how much deeper he went.

His head fell back against the Alpha’s shoulders, choking slightly and it wasn’t from Asher’s hand around his throat.

The Alpha ground slow against his prostate again, his ringed fingers tightening on the sides of his neck,

Caspian went under then, crying out Asher’s na as he ca untouched between them, his walls spasming around Asher.

He shivered from overstimulation as he felt Asher spill into him, aftershocks going through his body.

The change from trying to fuck his initials into his prostate to being soft and gentle was instantaneous, Caspian doubted that Asher even realized he was doing it.

He welcod Asher’s soft kiss, feeling the wetness in his lashes when he closed his eyes.

"So pretty," Asher humd right to his face, pulling away from the kiss to get a good look at him.

Caspian doubted it, his make-up was most certainly ruined just like he felt but he was too floaty to disagree, feeling full in the best way.

"Take a bath with ," Asher invited, pressing kisses into his damp hair.

"Let’s stay like this for a bit," He protested, sounding drowsy.

"Are you comfortable in this dress?" Asher asked instead, expecting that from him.

"Do you like in the dress?"

In the brief silence that followed his question, Caspian wondered what made him ask that out loud.

It had to be his insecurities bubbling to the surface when he was no longer self-conscious.

"I like you regardless of the dress." Asher replied in a strangely quiet voice.

One that Caspian was too out of it to pick up on. "So you don’t want to grow out my hair and wear dresses for you?" He doubled down, sighing blissfully.

"What makes you think that?" Asher tightened his hold around him, concerned now.

He knew that Caspian liked when he didn’t pull out and he had just wanted to make sure that the Oga was comfortable.

"You didn’t seem interested in sex until I wore the dress-"

Right, Asher could see how that could be misunderstood.

"And If I say it was because I’m terrified of hurting you?"

This caught Caspian’s full attention, sitting up and turning as best as he could so he could look at Asher properly.

This didn’t co without paynt, a soft moan ringing in his throat at the accidental stimulation.

"I’m not that fragile," He said sharply, all of the airiness in his voice gone.

It almost sounded like he was scolding Asher, his brow furrowing at the implications of the Alpha’s words.

Asher calmly flexed his hips, watching as a full-body shiver went through Caspian. "I beg to differ."

"Fine," Caspian bit out through gritted teeth in an effort to keep his wrecked moans in, "But that doesn’t an you hurt -"

Asher silenced him with a slow kiss, "Will you tell if I do?"

"Yes," Caspian agreed without a mont’s pause.

Asher held his face, "You promise?"

Caspian breath hitched, his eyes going wide. Sohow he felt like they were talking about sothing else, "Yes." He repeated.

"Let’s clean up," Asher broke off the mont they were having, which was a good thing because his toes were going numb in his heels.

Communication was nice but it was even nicer when secrets were shared.

He could see his guilt reflected in Asher’s heated stare, they both had their secrets.

Sohow they managed to take their clothes off without making too much of a ss, kissing their way to the bathroom.

Caspian stared at his reflection in the mirror while Asher got the bath ready, his proud expression at the evident marks on his neck was rather hard to hide.

He had to make sure he didn’t look like a creature that haunted the night, taking his jewelry off at the sink.