Ashka digs his fingers into Sataro's neck, puts his other hand in Sataro's hair, and pulls.

"I was going to guess," he says casually, "that you'd like it if I forced you."

He bites down on his lip to keep quiet and nods. 

He pins Sataro's wrists to the bed with one hand, yanks his hair with the other, and kisses him forcefully.

It's not sweet and it's not gentle and it's hot not warm — he's going to hate himself for this when it's over, he hates himself for this a little bit now, and right now he relaxes and opens his mouth and — lets Ashka take what he wants. 

He's smiling, big, like he does when he's made a joke at a celebration and expects you all to laugh.

He reaches down and rips off Sataro's shirt.

"Mine."

"Yours," more gasped than spoken. 

He's so hard against Sataro's thigh.

"You know how long I thought about this? About you?"

So is he.

"How long —?" 

Soft, gentle kiss. His fingers are digging into Sataro's wrists hard enough to bruise.

"Years."

He clings to Ashka's shoulders. 

"I — spent years not thinking about it — hating how much I loved when you touched me —" 

"Well, now you're mine, and I'm going to touch you if I like whether you hate yourself for it or not."

Ashka starts to undo Sataro's pants.

He's so so hard. 

Ashka pins his hips to the bed with both hands and presses the softest kiss to the tip of his cock.

"Are you going to be good? It won't change anything if you aren't, I'll just have to fuck your thighs instead and you won't get to finish."

He whimpers and squeezes his eyes shut and nods. 

Ashka kisses and licks Sataro's dick, so so lightly, almost maddeningly. His fingers dig in to Sataro's hips.

He bites his lip again and puts his hands on Ashka's head, doesn't push doesn't pull, holds himself so so still. 

And Ashka swallows him down into his throat.

He bites down harder and only just manages to keep himself quiet. 

Ashka pins him and swallows him down and moans like he likes it.

He doesn't quite manage to close his throat around the whimper. 

Delightful.

Ashka has had rather a lot of practice with this and has no gag reflex. His fingers pinch and squeeze Sataro's hips.

He takes one hand from Ashka's hair and bites down on his wrist to muffle himself. 

He nibbles very tentatively against Sataro's cock.

His fingers pull tight in Ashka's hair and he sinks his teeth into his wrist and moans. 

Then there shall be some less tentative nibbles!