"I don't know if she tastes good. I don't know if fairies are even food!" He thinks about it. "I want to hypnotize you again."

"Hell yes." 

"If you want Marlo can supervise to make sure I'm not doing-- what."

"I trust you not to seriously hurt me out of self preservation if nothing else, I can have non-serious damage healed with magic, and I kink on mind control." 

"If I touch you your boyfriend's going to burn me, I was thinking of just making you come a bunch of times."

"He won't burn you for anything I ask you for and I'd rather you touched me than not." 

"You can try to convince me when you're under, how about that."

"Okay." 

He's very deliberately looking Asher in the eye.

And Asher says in his hypnosis voice, "Take off your clothes."

And all at once he's floating, sinking, lost. 

He takes off his clothes. 

"You're so pretty." He locks eyes with Sasha. "Touch yourself."

He whimpers at you're so pretty and reaches down and touches himself, slow at first the way he likes. 

Asher undoes his pants and starts lazily jerking himself off. In the hypnosis voice, he says, "Don't come until I tell you to, but come immediately when I tell you."

"Yeah — okay —"

It comes out half a moan and half a sigh. 

"You're very pretty," he says, "and you drop into hypnosis so easily, and you make bad decisions about whether to be vulnerable around vampires. It's a good set of traits."

"Not vampires, plural." Another sigh. "Just you." 

"So I can't take you to a party to be a blood doll? Shame. What'd I do to earn this honor?"

He shudders at blood doll. "I don't — ah — know," and then a string of whimpers. 

"Mmm, maybe you would like that. Getting drained to empty is the best feeling in the world. And if you can heal you can do it again and again and again. Would you like that?"

He nods, lets his eyes close and his head fall forward, whispers "Yeah," and then something that might be "Your doll." 

"Come."

Asher believes in positive reinforcement.

Sasha cries out sharp and comes and then reaches out for Asher. 

He dodges easily. 

"Uh uh uh," he chides. "I'm not doing anything unless you ask for it. Not putting you deeper into hypnosis, not touching you, not sucking your blood--"

He makes a distressed desperate sound and then "Please — please hold me please fuck me please touch my hair —" 

"Good boy," he says, "good doll," and he wraps his arms around Sasha, "come for me again."