"Ahhhhhh —" and he clings desperately to Asher and comes again, "your — your good boy your pretty thing your doll —" 

"You're a good blood doll, aren't you, going to be such a good blood doll for me"-- he's not using the hypnosis voice, he prefers not to be burned, thank you-- "so pretty, so nice to eat"-- and he wraps a hand in Sasha's hair and pulls and lifts him up with the other hand to carry him to bed.

"I'll be good," he promises, and he's still clinging, "I'll be so good, I'll be a good doll, Asher —" 

Asher pins him to the bed and starts fucking him, stares into his eyes, conspicuously doesn't say anything.

"Please — ah — please drop me deeper, Asher, please, I'll be so good —" 

He thinks about what to say that will support his claim that Sasha consented to everything and finally decides on:

"Relax."

And he's floating again, he's so relaxed, not a tense line in his body, his head falls forward against Asher's shoulder and he couldn't move if he wanted to — 

Asher pins him down and fucks him.

"You're a good doll for me, aren't you, you can't move at all, just like a doll--"

"Just like a doll," he agrees, and his voice is dreamy, "your doll, I'm your doll —" 

He moves Sasha's arms around his shoulders. 

"You stay where you're put, don't you? --Mm. Come."

His arms tighten around Asher's shoulders and he moans again, loud, and comes over his stomach and lets his eyes close and —

"I can do whatever I want to you, you can't resist. --Come. Come. Come."

He moans and his vision whites out as he comes and comes and comes — he can't think he can't — 

"Good boy," he says, "good doll," and he fucks him hard and moans.

He says something breathy — it might be "your good doll" or it might not be English, it's hard to tell — 

Asher shudders and at the very last second before his vision whites out he says, "Come."

And Sasha's back arches and he can't think he can't see he can't do anything but — 

Asher snuggles up to him, says "I'm rescinding all the orders I gave you," and waits for him to come out of trance.

It takes him a minute, two, three. He's very cuddly. 

"...that was incredible," he says, and he still sounds a little floaty but mostly he sounds like he's just orgasmed seven times. 

"Yes, I am."

He laughs. "And you wonder why I make bad choices about you." 

He touches Sasha's chest. "Technically, I never said I wondered. Just that it was hot and I liked it."

He makes a sound like a pleased cat. "— I should probably text my boyfriends and tell them I'm okay," he says, and makes no move to get up. 

That sounds like an invitation.

Asher looks into his eyes and says, "Go text your boyfriends and tell them you're okay."

It was not in fact intended to be one but he's too floaty to think about that. 

He gets up and gets his phone and brings it back to Asher's bed and texts Marlo

I'm okay 

he'll help