Asher thought it might be hard to stay up but he's too happy to sleep anyway.

At midnightish he taps Raine's shoulder and goes into the bathroom.

Asher's a sweetheart. She follows. 

Asher kisses her. "I want you, you're so beautiful-- I loved your pictures--"

"You're gorgeous — I want to see you laid out like that, with your hair long and your stomach covered in your own —" and she cuts herself off because she can't stand not kissing him. 

"When my hair grows out, I promise," and then more kissing.

"Mine'll have grown out too by then," wistful, and then she drags him into a shower stall and closes the curtain and kisses him again. 

He really likes being dragged.

Does he also like being pinned up against the wall and bitten? 

(Raine's careful not to leave any marks.)

He really really likes that. 

"Raine, Raine, I'm yours, Raine--"

"Yeah," and Raine kisses the part of Asher's neck she just bit, "you're mine, I'm yours, we're each other's — I've got you —" 

"I wanna fuck you."

A kiss on Asher's mouth, quick and light. "I don't actually like anal that much but you could —" another kiss — "fuck my mouth, my thighs —" 

"That sounds good-- whatever you want-- use me--"

Raine puts on her very best dom face. 

"Get on the ground. On your back." 

He does. He's making a particular effort to be sleek and fluid and graceful.

Oh, he's lovely. Raine kneels over him, puts her hands on his shoulders. 

"Gorgeous," she whispers, and kisses him — someday her hair will fall down over their faces when she does this — "my gorgeous thing. Be quiet." 

He's so quiet and good and he looks up at Raine worshipfully. 

Skirts are so much easier for this but she'll manage; she lifts up on her knees to pull her jeans and underwear down, does the same to Asher, wraps a hand around them both. 

"My good boy," she whispers. 

He's supposed to be quiet so he tries to say everything he's thinking through his eyes. 

Sometimes a little whimper escapes anyway.

She starts off slow, bites off whimpers and little moans, lets herself gasp — kisses Asher again, moves her hand faster —

Asher wants (a hand on his throat teeth on his skin to be cut to be ripped apart)-- something. He's not sure what he wants. 

Fortunately he has to be quiet so he couldn't ask for it even if he wanted to.

Raine puts her other hand on his throat and bites his lip and moves faster, rocks her hips so she can get more friction, swallows down a moan —

Oh that's really good.

(He didn't actually know it could be this good.)

It takes all of his self-control not to gasp.

Raine's teeth close on Asher's lip when she comes; her hand tightens on his neck, her hips stutter and she fights to keep herself quiet. 

Oh, that's-- that's--

He can't stop himself from moaning a little bit.