Asher is tempted to fight back a little bit but what if he wins? That would be terrible. 

"Is lube a thing in your home world?"

"Yeah—where—?"

"Nightstand."

He investigates the nightstand. (He correctly guesses ahead of time that this world does things differently than he's used to, but it's not so different that he can't figure it out in a hurry.)

And now he gets to pin Asher down and fuck him. Glorious.

It is glorious. 

Asher really appreciates cocks in his ass in general, and Tazalkyran's cock in his ass in specific.

It is so good when Asher appreciates things. It is the best.

"You're so beautiful," he says breathlessly, "you're amazing, I love you, I love how much you want me—"

"I want you so much," he says, "I need you--"

He grabs Asher by the throat and kisses him again.

That's very nice but has Tazalkyran considered: it would be nicer if Asher couldn't breathe.

Oh, he is definitely considering that.

He hesitates a little—but, well, Asher could fight him off. And he really really wants to. And it would be incredibly hot.

His hand tightens. He's still fucking him, still kissing him, still making soft sounds of pleasure into his mouth.

Asher is having a hard time making noises because he can't breathe but he is making such pleased facial expressions and he hasn't stopped moving his hips.

Asher's pleased facial expressions are the best pleased facial expressions.

Tazalkyran does not really have the level of coordination required to successfully choke him and jerk him off and fuck him all at the same time, but he manages to at least stroke him a little without interrupting either of the other two very important activities.

Asher's thoughts all feel like they're coming through a thick gray haze but he eventually realizes that he can jerk himself off.

Somehow this makes everything even hotter.

Tazalkyran really wants to make Asher come like this but at this point honestly it would also be really hot if he passed out instead.

On one hand, Asher is seventeen and getting fucked by someone he's in love with who's choking him until he passes out.

On the other hand, he's already finished once today, and getting choked is distracting.

It's a close race.

Whichever way it ends, Tazalkyran is determined not to let himself finish until then. Even though everything about this situation is incredibly hot.

Eventually he bites his lip and jerks off one two three times and-- doesn't moan, because he can't make any sound-- and finishes all over his stomach.

And Tazalkyran lets go of his neck and kisses him again and comes.

...He's just gonna... lie here... on top of Asher... for a little while now. He is very tired and also extremely in love.

Asher is a tired sticky bloody mess and he is going to snuggle Tazalkyran until someone objects.

Tired sticky bloody snuggles seem like the perfect outcome here, really.

After a very long while, Asher says, "we should clean up."

"Mm. Yeah." Nuzzle. "I don't wanna move though, do you?"

"But if we did move," Asher says dreamily, "then we could fuck in the bathtub."

...he giggles. "I love you so much."

"And you could drown me maybe."