Z getting fucked while impaled on a sword and slowly sputtering and dying! His dying convulsions would probably feel great around Asher's dick.

"Why are you torturing me," he says, as if he minds at all even the tiniest bit.

Asher is still wearing pants. Asher shouldn't be wearing pants. He's fixing that.

Ooh, torturing Z, that's an interesting thought. Asher's mind runs through a variety of apocryphal medieval torture devices. The pear of anguish? The strappado? The instep borer? Perhaps Asher could cuck him while he's tied to a cucking stool...

When Z finishes taking off his pants, his dick is very, very hard.

Z doesn't even know what most of those are.

This does not actually stop him from putting Asher's cock in his mouth.

The pear of anguish is inserted when closed into a body part, typically the mouth, and then opened so that it resembles a flower more than a pear! The strappado is where your hands are tied behind your back and suspended by a rope attached to your wrists! The instep borer is a boot with a blade in it that can be cranked so it slowly stabs your instep! The cucking stool is just a chair you can be tied to while people make fun of you, it's mostly cool because cucking a person in a cucking stool is aesthetic.

Asher groans when Z puts his cock in his mouth. "I love you--"

He shudders, rubs up against the couch.

Concerns like "can you really cuck a person who is in an open poly relationship with you" and the subsequent "is this an open poly relationship, does there need to be a talk" are largely falling by the wayside in favor of lovingly sucking Asher's cock – with special attention to the weight in his mouth, the skin sliding on his lips, because Asher Stark beamed fucking narration at him and now he can't really think about anything else.

The blowjob is distracting so it is harder to beam torture at him.

He can beam the warmth and wetness of Z's mouth on his cock, the softness of his lips and the feeling of his tongue flicking against the bottom, the tension in his legs and arms, the way pleasure spreads through Asher's stomach and thighs and back.

It's also getting harder to – read? Think? Feel? the narration, while he's occupied, but he's still aware of it, aware of what Asher is trying to do to him. It means that he's trying very hard to get him off as well as possible.

He wishes he could send back, make it obvious how incredibly good it feels to have him hard in his mouth, enjoying this, wanting this from him, how amazing it is to be desperate and frustrated and somehow most inclined to solve this by making sure Asher is satisfied.

Possibly having his cock sucked has removed some of Asher's inhibitions, because he's switched to beaming over the warm soft affectionate feeling in his chest right now, the nervous happy excited feeling in his stomach when he sees Z, the way that Z is precious and loved and Asher wants to enfold him in his arms and keep him safe from all harm and show him exactly how wonderful he is. 

And also that thing Z's doing with his tongue is really nice and he should keep doing it. 

The thought of edging briefly flashes across Asher's mind-- being edged until he's helpless and frustrated and crying out for relief, and thinking all of that at Z so he experiences it too--

...well. Okay.

He can work with that.

He pulls back, slowly, until he's just barely touching him with his lips.

"Oh, wait, you got that thought? No fair."

He's frustrated. He wants to grab Z's head and slam it onto his cock and come down his throat while he struggles--

...well, now he’s committed.

He very deliberately licks the head of Asher’s cock, just once.

“Gonna do something about it?”

Going to shove Z's head on his cock and hold it there while he flails-- going to rip off his clothes and fuck him while he protests and tries to push Asher away-- going to be tied up and not allowed to come at all for hours and hours--

"Maybe." 

Asher has really, really great ideas about sex, and Z would like to try them all.

“Hey. You’ve got time to decide.”

Until then, he’s just going to return to sucking Asher off, but without any particular intent to make him come. How slowly can he do this?

Oh no this is awful. This is truly awful. 

Asher wants revenge.

Z is a queer punk kid of a certain age. Did he have a crush on Billie Joe Armstrong? If so, would he like to know exactly what sounds Billie Joe Armstrong makes when your dick is in his ass?

He keeps touching him with one hand when he pulls off to speak.

“I can’t actually hear that and I still hate you.”

It is way more of an effort than it should be to not have Asher’s dick in his mouth. He would like to complain.

There were little whimpery sounds and then a groan at the end! Asher very carefully visualizes what his face looked like twisted up at the moment of orgasm. 

“No, I mean, I’m just reading the narration —”

God dammit he’s getting distracted from sex by meta again.

He is going to fix this by reapplying his mouth and abandoning the teasing, because it’s really hard to focus on anything else when he’s doing that.

Ha ha, Asher won.

Asher is going to go with idea #1, shoving Z's head onto his cock while Z flails.

Z will helpfully choke and squirm and struggle enough to be convincing, but not quite enough to actually risk getting away, because that would be terrible.

And Asher will grab him and come down his throat and forget the entire idea of beaming things to Z at all. 

Honestly, as much as he loves it, that's okay with Z.

There is rather a lot of coughing when he comes back up.

"I love you."

The dorkiest possible grin.

He's gonna kiss him now.

Asher is so extremely okay with that.