Undeniable Desires

Chapter Four

Chapter Four.

Yes, I'm aware that I suck. Sorry for the delay, but at the same time thank you all for understanding that my child and school come first. I also want to thank you all for the support and kind words. I'm glad to see so many people enjoying my work and I hope not to disappoint. Without further delay, chapter four.

*warning graphic sexual content ahead*

Declan groaned, his head falling back onto the lavish pillow as his fingers found and rooted into his lover's hair. "Yes," the word came off his tongue as a hiss, his voice already strained from that evening's concert, and his hips involuntarily bucked forward. Lifting his head, he looked down at Asher with hooded eyes. Just the sight of Asher's mouth delicately wrapped around the girth of his cóck pushed him to the brink.

Asher peered up at him, smirking as much as he could with Declan's generous cóck stretching his mouth. He knew his lover was close by the way his balls were tightening in his hand. Pulling up, he swirled his tongue around the head before allowing it to fall free from his mouth with a small pop. "Don't you fucking cum yet." He threatened, before crawling up his body.

Declan groaned dropping his head back onto the pillow, lifting his hands and covering his face with both of his hands. "Baby, " He whined breathlessly. " Please. " He knew he couldn't hold off and he knew Asher knew that as well. Sexual tension had built up between the over the past week and then having met sexy as fuck Emmalee didn't help either. The simplest touch threatened to having him exploding his load everywhere.

"Are you begging? "Asher questioned, eyebrow raised as he hovered over him, pulling his hands from his face and staring down into his lover's eyes.

Declan suppressed a groan, his eyes trailing from Asher's to his lips. Those lips that had been previously doing amazing things to his now throbbing cóck. Fuck it, he thought. Reaching up he pulled Asher's mouth roughly to his own, his tongue forcing its way passed his lips into the warm crevasse. Asher resisted a moment before melting into him with a moan, his own tongue battling for dominance.

Without pulling their lips apart, Declan flipped them over, tired of the games. If Asher wasn't going to fuck him, he was damn well going to take what he wanted. Trailing a hand down his lover's thin frame, stopping when he reached his cóck. It was slick, coated in a thin layer of precum. He stroked him a couple times, relishing in the sounds of Asher's muffled moans before tearing his mouth from his.

They were both breathless, needing more than the other was currently giving. "Don't do it." Asher said, a tone of warning in his voice as Declan got up onto his knees.

"Bloody hell. Would you shut that gaping hole in your face?" Declan groaned, lifting Asher's legs over his shoulders. The man beneath him tensed as he spit into his hand before lightly caressing his dick.

"Don't," Asher warned.

Ignoring him Declan aligned his now slick dick to Asher's opening, thrusting forward. Asher's legs instantly went limp, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Whether Declan knew it or not, this was exactly he wanted. He was too gentle with him during lovemaking, like he was a fragile doll and, well, sometimes he just wanted to be fucked raw and hard.

His fingers grasped the bed sheets, twisting them with each of Declan's desperate thrusts writhing beneath him. The sound of Declan's grunts making his balls tighten that much more. "Fuck, Dec, harder!" He moaned breathlessly.

Declan moaned, slamming into him harder, relentlessly. He was on the brink and knew that Asher was as well with the way he desperately moved beneath him, trying to meet with each of his thrusts. "Cum," he grunted, wrapping his hands around Asher's dick.