He keeps eating, little sips of blood, and fumbles with Sasha's pants.

He does his best to help but fine motor control is. Not so much a thing right now. And whenever Asher's mouth returns to his neck it makes his head tilt back and his fingers go warm and tingly and still and his eyes flutter shut and 

"Just relax," he says between sips, "I'll take care of you," and "gorgeous," and "you're so responsive."

He is pretty annoyed that he only has one mouth and he can't eat and suck Sasha off at the same time, but a handjob is good enough.

He relaxes. He lets Asher take care of him. He responds. (He glows at being told he's gorgeous.)

He moans like a cat in heat when Asher touches him, leans into his touch and his mouth and lets his head fall back against the wall and lets the pleasure spread through his bloodstream. 

Asher keeps stroking his dick, licks the cuts closed, kisses Sasha, stares deep into his eyes, and says in the odd voice, "Don't come until I tell you to."

"Okay," somewhere between a whisper and a sigh, "okay, I," and 

was he thinking something, he doesn't need to think he can just 

                                           relax 

       and let Asher take care of him and 

Asher kneels before Sasha and bites his dick, just a little bit, just enough to get a tantalizing taste of blood, and then gets to work in earnest.

      That's 

             (💙)

it's so good it's so

It tastes delicious, it's just enough to whet his appetite, and Sasha is moaning and drifting under his mouth and he's making Sasha feel so good--

It's going to be nice to kill him and watch him squirm and shiver and moan in ecstasy as the life drains out of him.

He's floating he can't think Asher's mouth is wet and so good around him he's going to be so marked up tomorrow and that's good that's right he should have bruises Asher should leave a mark on him — he can't think — he feels like he's floating like he's sinking like Asher's got him like — ah — 

That was enough of a palate cleanser.

Asher pulls off and stands up and undoes his pants and kisses Sasha and guides Sasha's legs so they're around his waist and pushes inside Sasha.

His back arches and he presses into Asher, little motions of his hips; his head tilts back and his mouth falls open and his eyes fall closed and he's so so relaxed in Asher's arms there's nothing to be worried about here it's solid it's stable it's safe he's still floating it's so 

                                      he's so full 

Asher bites the other side of Sasha's neck and starts to drain him in earnest. He's fucking Sasha hard and fast and deep and it feels amazing, the blood on his tongue and the warm tightness around his dick.

Fucking your food while you eat is one of unlife's little pleasures.

That's aaahhhh so good it's so inte❤nse there's so 💙💙much it's 💙#*$,❤@ Asher fill💙ing him up making him hi❤s there's so much 

On the one hand, he really wants to drain Sasha dry. It would be both extremely hot and extremely tasty.

On the other hand, Sasha is very hot and very responsive to mind control, and he'll probably want to flirt more now that he's been fucked senseless by Asher, and if not then mind-controlling Sasha is hardly a bad outcome. And he'd regretted murdering Lynne, because he can't fuck her now that she's dead, and he'd probably regret murdering Sasha too. If Sasha turns out to be annoying, he can always eat him later. 

Regretfully, Asher licks Sasha's cuts closed.

Sasha makes a distressed sound in between moans. 

This is requiring an insane level of self-control. Asher should get an award.

"You're good," he says, "I've got you, I'll take care of you, don't worry, you're so beautiful, you feel so good around me--"

"Aaaaaasher," and he might be trying to say words but they aren't coming out as words. 

Asher locks eyes with Sasha and says in the odd voice, "you can come whenever you want. As much as you want."

asjd❤fjswkkadsfadk❤❤❤❤ !!!

His fingers tighten on Asher's shoulders and he's coming and coming and coming and 

...That is incredibly hot.

Asher approves of his decision not to eat Sasha. 

He kisses Sasha and fucks him harder and finishes.

Sasha is limp in his arms; he looks blissful and disconnected and kind of scarily pale and so so happy and like he's about to pass out. 

Asher carries him to the couch and tucks him under a blanket and brings him some water and some crackers.

"It's good to eat if you can."

He snuggles up under the blanket and drinks the water and eats the crackers. 

"Thank you," he says, very soft. 

Sasha seems to be recovering fine. He's young. That's good, Asher hates calling 911, it makes the humans remember being fed on as scarily kinky sex rather than a hot if out-of-character impulsive decision. 

"You okay?"