"You will be the death of me," Luke growled into Ashton's mouth, pushing the older boy back onto their hotel bed. "I swear you'll kill me one day."
"Oh no, we don't want that, now do we?" Ashton smirked, his breath leaving him in a gasp as Luke bit down on his bottom lip, soothing the sting with his tongue.
Ashton whimpered, his hips tilting up against Luke's, knotting his fingers in his blonde hair, "Luke," he whined, tugging on his hair. "Do something, please."
"What's that?" Luke smirked, trailing his lips down Ashton's jaw to the side of his neck, sucking a dark lovebite into the smoothly tanned skin where his shoulder, collarbone, and neck all met. "You want me to touch you?"
"God ye- oh my god," Ashton moaned, his eyes closing tightly as Luke grinded down against him, his cock hard against his own.
"Like that?" Luke purred in his ear, nipping his earlobe and pulling away to run his hands over Ashton's chest, "You're so gorgeous," he whispered, reverence in his voice.
Ashton stared up at him with pleading eyes, his hips tilted up with an obvious tenting in the middle, "Please Luke," he whimpered, tears of frustration brimming in his eyes.
Luke cooed at him and placed his hand on his stomach, his fingertips brushing either side of Ashton's chest, "Don't worry sweetheart," he murmured, "Daddy's going to take care of you."
Ashton moaned at that, his head tilting back into the pillows as Luke's hand slid underneath the baggy shirt he wore, his skin searing the palm of Luke's hand. Luke slowly worked Ashton's shirt over his head, mouth watering at the exposed stretch of skin in front of him.
"Stunning," he murmured, bending his head to touch his lips to Ashton's stomach, the cool metal of his lipring sending shivers down Ashton's spine. "So fucking beautiful," he continued, moving up to latch onto one of Ashton's nipples, his fingers kneading the other.
Ashton gasped above him, his fingers loosening their hold on Luke's hair to fist in the sheets beside him. He whimpered, Luke's tongue laving over the little bud, the wet warmth of his mouth so dizzying that Ashton could feel heat pooling in his lower stomach.
"Luke-" he gasped, his stomach tightening. "Luke- I'm gonna-"
Luke pulled back with an obscene pop, his lips red from sucking, "Sh baby boy," he soothed, pushing Ashton's hair from his face. "Don't worry baby, Daddy's got you."
Ashton nuzzled his nose into the centre of Luke's palm, struggling to pull back from the impending orgasm. He took a deep shuddering breath.
"That's it, there you go," Luke encouraged, kissing his forehead. "Such a good boy for Daddy."
Ashton looked up at him with wet eyes, his lips nearly bitten raw, "Daddy," he croaked, his voice sounding so wrecked already and Luke hasn't even done anything to him.
"What do you want baby?" Luke asked him, settling over him on the bed.
Ashton tugged on Luke's shirt, "Off," he mumbled. Luke pulled back enough to slip his shirt over his head and then pull both of their jeans down, leaving both in only boxers.
Ashton wound his arms around Luke's shoulders and wrapped his legs around his waist, grinding up against the younger, "Please," he panted.
Luke ducked his head and pressed his lips to Ashton's, kissing him gently. It slowly got rougher and deeper as Luke's greater weight pushed Ashton into the mattress, settling over him deliciously.
Pulling away, ignoring Ashton's little whine, he dragged his mouth down Ashton's chest, stopping every once in a while to suck a small lovebite in the tanned skin. The freshly purpling marks on Ashton's hips were extremely turning Luke on. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of Ashton's boxers, teasingly pulling them down his legs before doing the same to himself.
Ashton moaned out as Luke pressed his lips to the skin just beside his achingly hard cock, confused as to why Luke steered clear of it until the younger boy lifted his hips up and pressed his lips to Ashton's hole.
Ashton jolted, a ragged whine torn from his throat as Luke licked kittenishly over his taint, his tongue pressing in slightly and pulling out.
"You taste so good, princess," Luke groaned, the vibrations from his voice fuzzing Ashton's mind. "Always taste so good for Daddy."
"Fuck, Daddy, oh my god, please," Ashton babbled above him, his hips grinding up and his fingers gripping Luke's hair like it was his lifeline. "Please."
"Since you asked so nicely," Luke grinned, leaning his head back down to lick at Ashton's entrance, slowly pressing his tongue inside the tight muscle.
Ashton keened, his chest heaving with his shallow breathing as Luke spread him with his thumbs to lick as deep as he could. Luke closed his lips around Ashton's hole and sucked, the boy above him borderline screaming at the pleasure coursing through him.
Luke moaned, practically drunk off the taste of Ashton, his tongue brushing against his inner walls lightly. Fuck, he was always so hot and velvety inside, Luke just couldn't get enough.
Ashton sobbed brokenly, his breath grating harshly in his throat, which worried Luke. He pulled away, one hand going to Ashton's side to calm him, "Sh, baby boy," he hummed, stroking his skin, "Breathe for me sweetheart, just like that. You're such a good boy for Daddy, aren't you? My good boy."
Ashton whined, his pulse jack-rabbiting underneath his skin. He tilted his head back, the sheets cool against his overheated body, "Daddy," he whimpered, his eyes locking with Luke's. "Daddy please."
"Please what, sweetheart?" Luke asked him gently, carding a hand through his soft soft hair.
Ashton made grabby hands at him until Luke settled over his body, "Please fuck me," he mumbled, his voice so innocent yet so filthy at the same time.
Luke smirked at him, nipping his ear, "Of course, princess. Daddy's going to fuck his baby nice and good."
Ashton whined, the feel of Luke's calloused fingers on his sensitive skin as he stroked down his stomach almost too much, especially when those fingers lightly pressed against his spit-slicked hole.
"One second, baby boy," Luke murmured, reaching over his boy to grab the bottle of lube from the drawer, slicking his fingers up before placing it at Ashton's hip.
The older boy whimpered, clenching around nothing, his lips parted in a silent moan, "Please Daddy. I need you."
"I've got you sweetheart," Luke soothed, placing his fingers at Ashton's entrance, teasing him for a short second before he pushed his finger inside him.
Immediately, as his finger was enveloped by blazing heat and hugged by Ashton's insides, Luke stretched his head up to capture Ashton's lips in a bruising kiss. He took Ashton's lower lip between his teeth and sucked it into his mouth as his finger pulled out and pushed back in, stretching him out quickly.
"More," Ashton choked, working his ass down on Luke's fingers, tears starting to pour down his cheeks. "Daddy."
Luke chose not to reply with words; instead, he pulled his finger out of Ashton and stroked two inside, scissoring them gently, the stretch a wonderful warm ache Ashton could feel all the way up to his chest.
"You like that baby?" Luke whispered, eyes locked on where his fingers disappeared into Ashton.
Ashton nodded, too fucked out to form proper sentences, his brain frazzled with pleasure. He grinded down until he was practically riding Luke's fingers, moaning out when another pressed inside, settling him into a pained pleasure.
"Daddy," Ashton desperately moaned, struggling to keep himself from coming before Luke was inside of him.
"Are you ready, sweetheart?" Luke teased at him, deliberately brushing against Ashton's prostate slowly.
Ashton nodded, his eyes squeezing shut when Luke carefully pulled his fingers out. He whined pitifully at the emptiness, clenching around nothing desperately.
Luke chuckled darkly from somewhere beside him, his voice hoarse, "Don't worry baby boy, Daddy's gonna take good care of you."
Ashton moaned when he heard the sound of Luke slicking his cock up with the lube, the wet noise almost too much in his given state. He bit his lip to the point that he drew blood, struggling to keep his no-doubtedly loud moans inside.
