Giovanni watched as Ashkii stripped in front of him. First, it was his shirt, then phis ants, and then he pulled his boxers in such a swift motion that Giovanni drew in a breath. His eyes lingered on the man's form — Taking in his tanned chest and thighs, and the cute way the younger man's dick was already stiff and hard for him — tip glazed with precum.

"Ashkii..." Giovanni trailed, shifting on the bed as he felt the front of his jeans get tight. "What do you want me to do?" he asked, forcing himself to remember that Ashkii wanted to take the lead.

The tanned man seemed to think about it for a bit, biting down on his bottom lip as he stared down at Giovanni with his deep brown eyes.

"Just watch me," he mouthed softly, touching his penis. Giovanni's eyes followed his hand, watching as Ashkii stroked himself — so painfully slow, that Gio almost whined in frustration.

"Look how you make me feel," Ashki said, stepping forward, before placing a knee on the bed, he leaned forward, still touching himself as he stared at Giovanni — thick brows twisting as his body shivered. "I can cum just doing this and looking at your face... your lips..." Ashkii muttered the second part of the sentence quietly as he let out a little groan. "I want you all the fucking time—"

"I want you too!" Giovanni gasped, propping himself up with the back of his hands. His mind was starting to blank from the restraint. He needed Ashkii to touch him — No, he needed to touch Ash — fuck whichever one it was, something had to happen soon.

Ashkii just smiled gently. "No the way I want..." he said, leaning even closer until their noses touched, he turned his head, pressing his lips against Giovanni's. Gio moaned, pressing his tongue against the man's lips until they parted for him, allowing him to hungrily thrust his tongue into his mouth. He tasted him and whatever he'd been drinking.

Ash pulled away from him, pushing Giovanni back on his back before letting his hands run under the man's top. Gio shivered, feeling his warm palms make their way up his cold body. He felt a shiver of pleasure run through him when Ashkii's fingers grazed his nipples, and before he knew it, his top was off, sitting in a pile at the corner of the bed, and Ash's mouth was on his chest, sucking gently on one of his nipples as a hand fumbled with the zipper of his jeans.

When his pants and boxers were off Giovanni almost cried with relief. His erection was stiff against his stomach, pulsing every time it grazed against Ash's. "Baby..."

"Shh," Ash mouthed, raising his head and crashing his lips into Giovanni's they kissed for a while as Gio moaned loudly into their mouths. "You can't do pet names, I need to focus," Ash muttered, pulling away before placing a hand over Giovanni's mouth. The bartender frowned, then laughed softly into Ash's palm. He licked it, feeling a shiver run through him when Ash's expression changed — it was soft and gentle, but filled with longing that Giovanni's heart ached.

"Gio—" Ash croaked, shifting his hand. He cradled Giovanni's face, rubbing the man's lips with the base of his thumb finger. "Why are you so—" he gasped, closing his eyes as Giovanni opened his lips and sucked. Gio moaned, raising his hands to hold on to Ash's hand as he continued to suck on his finger.

"Just let me suck your dick," Giovanni said, letting Ashkii's finger pop out of his mouth. "Please?"

"Gio—"

"Please, baby?"

Ashkii swallowed, looking down at the man under him. His perfect face — his soft lips that were glistening now from all the sucking. His erection twitched as he imagined his shaft sinking into the heat of the bartender's mouth. He loved when Giovanni sucked him off. He loved seeing how much of himself he could fit into him, and he loved how much Gio seemed to love it himself. Ash suddenly remembered he was supposed to be in charge today. He was supposed to be the strong in charge character Giovanni tended to like in men, but anytime Gio opened his perfect bowed lips or gave him that dimpled flirty smile he started thinking with his penis instead of his brain.

Ashkii got off the bed, walking to one of its edges. Gio turned his head, flowing Ashkii as he raised a brow in confusion.

"I saw a thing," Ash explained, reaching to hold Giovanni, before turning him around so that his head was bent over the bed's frame.

"A thing..." Ashkii mouthed, noticing he was now at eye level with the man's penis when Ashkii bent a bit to hold the edge of the bed still standing up.

"Yeah..." Ashkii trailed, feeling his face warm up as he pressed both thumbs on Gio's throat as the base of his penis teased the man's lips. "A thing."

Giovanni gasped a bit as Ashkii's length pressed against his mouth. He opened his lips, letting the hardness hit his tongue and push into his throat all in one quick slide. He moaned around Ashkii's length as the man started to move, pressing him down against the edge of the bed with his thumb fingers that were on his throat.

"F-fuck," Ash sighed, staring down at Giovanni's bulging throat. The man's lean frame shook under him as Gio's head moved slurping and occasionally gagging around Ash's length as he thrust into his mouth. Ash occasionally looked up ahead, staring at Giovanni's hardness and beautiful thighs. He was almost as addicted to seeing himself fill Gio up this way, as he was to observing his bulge as they fucked missionary style.

"Have you done with anyone before?" Ashkii asked, looking down at Gio as he moved. The man shook his head, coughing a bit around Ashkii's penis. Ashkii pulled out, and Gio took a deep breath, shaking his head again as his chest heaved.

"No, but I like it," he said, reaching down to touch his erection. "One of your videos?" Giovanni teased, making Ashkii's face warm up.

"And if it is?"

Giovanni shrugged. "I just wanted to know."

"Can I eat you out?" Ashkii asked, and Giovanni froze, blinking a few times.

"I— I last showered this morning," Giovanni said, sitting up on the bed. Ash climbed into the bed, before kneeling in front of him. He spread the man's thighs apart before dipping his head down. Giovanni sighed, laying back on the pillows as Ash massaged his thighs, cupping his erection and ballsack, squeezing softly before pressing kisses down the length of it.

"I don't care about that stuff..." He sucked on the head, before licking downwards to the base. "I want to eat you out, and fuck you so hard you see stars."

"Can eat you out?" Ashkii asked again, raising his head to look at Giovanni's cheat heave. "I want to."

"You can," Giovanni said in a rush, suddenly feeling self-conscious. He immediately added, "I know you want to do it because others have but don't force yourself—"

"I want to," Ashkii interjected, dipping his head lower until his tongue found Gio's entrance. He gripped the man's boney hips, pressing his tongue down on the hole between his ass cheeks as he licked and kissed.

Gio let out a high-pitched moan, shaking under Ashkii as the man spread his thighs even wider for more access. Soon Ash's fingers were inside him, probing softly as his tongue pushed as deep as it could. Giovanni's upper half was curled, gripping at a pillow as he tried his best to keep his legs still. At some point, Ash had pulled away briefly — and then there was rustling in the background before Giovanni felt a cold lotion between his legs.

He moaned, feeling Ash slip finger after finger into him, thrusting slowly as they worked their way upwards.

"Baby—" Giovanni sucked in a breath. "I want you in me," he muttered, shifting his hips to match the pace of Ash's fingers. "Be good and give me what I want," Giovanni begged staring up at Ash. "Please."

Gio gasped when he was suddenly flipped over. He tried to raise his weight on his arms, but Ash pulled them from over him, pinning them behind him. He stayed still for a moment, confused until Ash's knees forced him to spread his thighs and raise his hips. He felt a warm length sitting between his cheeks, and his face flamed, imaging Ash thrusting into him.

"You'll get what you want," Ash muttered. "You're so greedy."

Giovanni shook, moaning into the mattress as he felt Ash's head press against his entrance. The man teased him for a bit, circling the hole before finally plunging in. Giovanni's insides wrapped around him like a rubber band, gripping tightly to every inch of length Ashkii pressed into him. Gio shook a bit, shivering when Ashkii's hips smacked against his ass.

Ashkii was in fully.

All of him thick girth and impressive length.

"Whose dick is in your ass?"

Giovanni blinked, unsure what he'd heard.

"Whose dick is in your ass?" Ash asked, letting go of the man's hands before running his fingers up his spine and settling them around Giovanni's neck.

"Y-yours," Gio blutered. "It's yours Ash's."

"Is it your favorite?"

Yes.

Embarrassment bloomed in Giovanni's chest at the first answer that came to his mind.

"It is," Giovanni mumbled.

"Why?"

Because it's yours.

Giovanni almost choked on the spit at the back of his throat at the thought.

"It's thick."

And it's yours.

"You feel so good," Gio mumbled.

Ashkii seemed satisfied with this answer and started moving, occasionally pulling out in full, and plunging himself into Giovanni again. He kept thrusting into him, pressing his shoulders down to the bed with so much strength that Giovanni felt like he might break. He moaned against the mattress and gasped with every thrust that pushed his erection against the dry covers. He was leaking precum, but Ashkii didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon.

"Ash—"

The younger man only trusted deeper.

"Fuck, Ash, Baby—"

For a moment Gio wasn't sure if it was his moaning or Ash's he was hearing. His mind went blank shivering as he came, feeling Giovanni's penis pulsate inside him. He felt the man ejaculate in him, rapidly, in short bursts that made him shake. Ashkii's hands were still pressing Giovanni's shoulders against the bed, and he didn't let him go until the last bit of his orgasm left him. 

He pulled out, turning Giovanni on his back before resting his head on the man's stomach. They both heaved in silence, panting and gasping as the last shivers of pleasure worked their way out of their bodies.

"I love you," Ashkii mumbled into Giovanni's stomach. "So much — I can't help it. I'm sorry."

Giovanni only heaved, not saying anything. He let the words wash over him — over and over until it rang in his head like an alarm. He reached out a hand, stroking the younger man's hair as he swallowed a few times, trying to digest what he'd just heard.

Ashkii loved him.

Deep down he felt like he always knew that, and it had made him afraid. But now... he was still afraid, but, it was different. Instead of worrying that he would enter into another doomed toxic relationship, Giovanni wondered if he was good enough — wondered if Ashkii wasn't just misreading things and would change his mind later. He desperately wanted this — whatever it was — to work.

Because he loved Ash too — So, so much.

"Ash..." Giovanni trailed as his fingers ran through Ashkii's dark hair. He could feel a wet spot forming on his lower stomach where Ash had buried his head.

Crying.

Giovanni swallowed back before lifting Ash's head. The man's dark eyes were a little red, and his gaze seemed dazed like he was unsure what to do with himself. His lips quivered as his eyes met Giovanni. He seemed to be waiting for something. Giovanni knew what it was. This was the part where he was supposed to cut things off with Ash and tell him his emotions were too much. Gio felt like cringing into himself. Ashkii was so worried and constantly afraid because of non-committal nonsense.

Gio's lips parted "Ash—"

Ash burst out in tears. They were silent but rolled out of his eyes with ease as he took deep breaths, trying to catch his breath. The grip he had on Gio's waist tightened as he blinked back rapidly, trying to calm himself down. "I'm sorry," he mumbled through his breathing. "I'm sorry I can't help myself. I'm trying to—"

"I love you," Giovanni said, shaking a bit as the words rolled off his lips.

I love you.

The words echoed in his head. He'd said it impulsively before Ash drew conclusions and rambled on about them not seeing each other. Just the thought of it had made him miserable. Ashkii was the reason he smiled more and talked more about him. Ashkii was the reason he'd dropped his prickly shell and wasn't curled up having a constant panic attack about his ex.

Ashkii meant the world to him.

He loved him.

Ash's breathing took time to settle, but when it did, the man propped himself up on the bed with his hands and crawled closer until he was hovering over Gio and looking him square in the face. "Did you just say that so I'd stop crying?"

Giovanni shook his head.

"So, since when?" Ashkii asked, his voice shaky.

"I think deep down I've known a while," Giovanni muttered. "I just—I didn't want—" he paused, not sure how to phrase what he wanted to say. "You're too good for me." The words made all the worst feelings Gio had about himself bubble to the top, his lips twitching as the words on the tip of his tongue tried to take form.

"I don't think you should be dating some whore who's been around the block for one," he said, chuckling a bit even though his voice broke. He'd never really admitted it bothered him that people thought of him that way, but it did. "I'm still in a lot of debt I have to pay, and I just happen to be a crazy-ex-magnet," he continued, thinking of the weight of his father's loans and the whole situation with Leslie.

"I'm not very nice or easy to get along with, and I know... despite what you say, I don't look very..." Giovanni felt his face flame as he tried to put how he felt about his body into words. "You don't mention it, but I know that you know... my body... if you know what I mean."

Ash nodded. He'd wanted to bring up Giovanni's weight a few times, but he knew it would be prickly — that Giovanni didn't want to talk about, and that he didn't have the right to play therapist.

Gio's eyes lowered a bit, as he picked at his nails. "I've wanted you for a while, and I got to sleep with you, and you got your gay porn fantasies brought to life—"

"You inspired those fantasies, not the other way around," Ashkii clarified. "It's you I want. Just you. Only you."

Gio couldn't help the little smile that formed on his lips. "I suck though."

Ashkii shook his head. "You're fucking perfect," he muttered, leaning down to press a kiss on Giovanni's forehead. "So, so perfect." He kissed the side of his eyes, his cheeks, his nose, and then he pressed his lips to Giovanni's sighing into the kiss as the older man's fingers found his hair again, gripping him close until their sweaty bodies were pressed tightly together.

"Tell me I'm the only one," Ashkii asked, pulling away from Giovanni. "Tell me I'm the only one that gets to do this with you now."

Giovanni nodded, letting his hand move to Ash's cheek. "You're the only one."

"I adore you," Ashkii said as his lips twisted into a smile. "I'll make sure you never regret this," he muttered lowering his head to kiss Giovanni again. The younger man felt the bartender's lips twitch into a smile under his. He kissed him harder, earning a surprised laugh that made his chest want to burst with glee.