Keegan gripped Ashton’s hips, pulling him forward until the heavy, searing head of his dick pressed directly against his tight, trembling entrance.
Ashton let out a loud, ragged curse—half shock, half absolute agony—his head snapping back hard against the pillows as a massive wave of burning fullness tore through him.
Every single muscle in his body locked tight, his fingers digging frantically into Keegan’s biceps like talons.
“F— fuck, Keegan, stop—it hurts, it’s too big—!”
Ashton sobbed out, his voice breaking on a high, panicked note as his chest heaved violently.
“I know, I know, I’ve got you,” Keegan rasped, his own breath hitching as the incredible, suffocating heat of Ashton’s body clamped down around him.
Beads of sweat broke out across Keegan’s forehead, his dark eyes locked onto Ashton’s tear-bright eyes with fierce Love.
Keegan pressed his forehead against Ashton’s, holding completely still, letting Ashton’s body stretch and adjust to the sheer, overwhelming size of him.
“Just breathe for me, Ash,” Keegan whispered, his voice a thick, ruined rumble against Ashton’s jaw.
“Relax around me.
I promise you…
I’ll make you feel so fuvking good”
For a few agonizing seconds, neither of them moved.
The air between them was thick with the scent of sweat and heated skin, every breath they shared ragged and uncoordinated.
Slowly, testing the tight, burning boundary of Ashton’s body, Keegan began to shift his hips forward, inch by agonizing inch.
He wasn’t all the way in yet—the sheer size of him making every millimeter a slow, deliberate conquest—but the friction alone was enough to make Ashton’s vision swim.
Inside, Ashton’s inner muscles clenched involuntarily, reacting to the foreign intrusion by gripping down with a frantic, vice-like tightness around Keegan’s dick.
Keegan sucked in a sharp, shuddering breath, his eyes flying wide as a wave of intense, overstimulating pleasure crashed through him.
A breathless, half-choked chuckle vibrated in his chest against Ashton’s collarbone.
“Haaa…
Ash, don’t…” Keegan groaned, his voice strained and thick as he paused, resting his forehead back against Ashton’s shoulder.
“Don’t…
clamp down around me like that.
You’ll snap my dick in half.
Just…
just relax for me.”
“I’m— I’m trying!” Ashton sobbed out, his voice a high, broken note of pure frustration and overwhelming sensation.
His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, tears of sheer intensity stinging the corners of his eyelashes.
Without thinking, Ashton’s hands slid up from Keegan’s chest, wrapping completely around Keegan’s broad shoulders and pulling him down into a desperate, clinging embrace.
He buried his face in the crook of Keegan’s neck, his whole body trembling violently.
“Just…
just make it feel good, please…” Ashton whimpered into his skin, his hips twitching a helpless fraction upward.
“Ahhh…
Keegan, fuck, it’s really too much—”
“I got you.
Aahhh!
Fuck You really feel goood,” Keegan murmured, his voice fierce and grounding as he thrust in.
Sensing the frantic panic beginning to fray at the edges of Ashton’s endurance, Keegan didn’t rush.
He pressed a long warm kiss against Ashton’s damp shoulder, giving his body another heartbeat to stretch, to accept the heavy, searing weight of his dick.
And then, with a slow, agonizingly steady push, Keegan sank the rest of the way in.
“Fuuuck—ahhh!”
Ashton let out a loud, shattered scream, his back bowing off the mattress so hard he was practically suspended in the air.
Every muscle in his long, athletic frame locked rigid, his toes curling hard into the sheets as the overwhelming fullness filled him completely, stretching him to his absolute limit.
For a second, the burning pressure was so intense it felt like fire, but as Keegan held completely still deep inside him, the pain began to morph, shifting into a heavy, blinding ache of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
“Look at me, Ash,” Keegan whispered, his own breathing ragged and desperate as he pulled back just enough to look down into Ashton’s face.
“You’re taking all of me.
Look at what we just did.”
Ashton slowly forced his heavy eyelids open, his glazed, tear-bright hazel eyes locking onto Keegan’s dark, burning gaze.
His chest heaved in violent, broken staccatos.
“Keegan…” Ashton breathed out, a shuddering sigh tearing from his throat.
“God…
you’re so deep…”
“Yeah, I am,” Keegan rasped, a fierce, triumphant light flaring in his dark eyes as he finally began to pull back, just an inch, before thrusting slowly back in. This chapter is updated first at novelping dot com.
The wet, sliding sound tore a fresh, loud moan from Ashton’s lips, his hips stuttering upward to chase the withdrawal.
“That’s it,” Keegan praised, his pace picking up just a fraction as the heavy, agonizing burn began to melt into something addictively good.
“Let me make you see Stars Montgomery.”
The initial shock of the depth began to give way, the sharp, tearing edges of the pain softening into a heavy, narcotic warmth that radiated outward from the center of his core.
Ashton’s fingers, which had been locked into the flesh of Keegan’s shoulders like talons, slowly began to relax, his knuckles uncurling as his nervous system acclimated to the staggering weight of him.
“Keegan…
oh, God, Keegs,” Ashton breathed, his voice dropping into a breathless, broken cadence as Keegan’s hips began to move again.
It was slow at first—methodical and deliberate—drawing a low, shuddering groan from Ashton’s chest every time Keegan retreated just enough to let him feel the empty ache before sliding in again.
The friction was electric, sending jagged arcs of white-hot pleasure straight down his thighs and up the base of his spine.
“That’s it, Ash.
Take it, Haaaa Fuckk” Keegan murmured, his voice a gravelly, worshipful rasp as he tracked every micro-expression on Ashton’s flushed, sweat-slicked face.
“Open up for me.
Let me fill you completely.”
Ashton’s hips instinctively began to answer the rhythm, stuttering upward to meet every thrust.
The initial terror was entirely gone, replaced by a frantic, consuming hunger that drowned out every thought, every lingering doubt, and every fear Ashton had.
“More,” Ashton whimpered, his head thrashing from side to side against the damp pillows, his legs parting wider to accommodate the heavier, deeper sweeps of Keegan’s hips.
“Keegaaan, Fuckkk!
please—don’t stop, don’t slow down—fuck, right there—Ahhhhhh!”
Keegan didn’t need to be told twice.
The plea broke the last remnants of his restraint.
His grip on Ashton’s hips tightened until his fingers bruised against the skin, and he drove forward with a sudden, relentless force, his breathing turning harsh and feral.
The room filled with the heavy, rhythmic slap of skin against skin, the frantic slide of sweat-slicked bodies, and Ashton’s high, shattered cries echoing off the bedroom walls.
Every thrust hit that deep, secret nerve with punishing precision, turning Ashton’s thoughts to pure static, his toes curling hard into the mattress as wave after wave of blind, dizzying ecstasy crashed over him.
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Hours later, the harsh light of the room had long since dissolved into the deep, indigo shadows of the midnight hours as it was now 03:05AM.
The bed was an absolute wreck—the sheets tangled into damp ropes around their ankles, the air heavy, thick, and saturated with the unmistakable scent of sweat, musk, and spent exhaustion.
By the fifth round, time had long since lost all meaning.
Ashton was completely, irrevocably gone, his brain reduced to a warm, humming haze of overstimulation and utter contentment.
Every defense mechanism, every ounce of his usual pride, had been thoroughly dismantled, worn down through hours of unrelenting, breathless fucking.
He was currently straddling Keegan’s waist, his long, exhausted body draped over the defenseman’s broad, sweat-glistening chest.
Keegan lay flat on his back, his hands resting lazily on the small of Ashton’s back, his chest heaving with slow, rhythmic breaths as he looked up with eyes heavy with profound, possessive adoration.
Ashton moved with a sluggish, boneless grace, his hips rolling down in a slow, heavy circle that drew a low, appreciative hiss from Keegan’s throat.
He was so sensitive he could barely feel his own skin, every nerve ending humming with a residual, hypersensitive thrum.
“Fuuuck…” Ashton slurred softly, his face pressed into the crook of Keegan’s neck, his eyelids fluttering heavily as a familiar, tightening coil began to wind deep in his lower stomach one last time.
“Keegs…
I’m…
I’m cumming again.”
“Do it,” Keegan rasped, his hands sliding up to cup the back of Ashton’s head, guiding him downward.
“Give it to me, Ash.
I’m just about to fucking cum tooo!
Haaaa Fuck!!”
Keegan came hard inside Ashton, making Ashton’s body shiver as he came hard all over Keegan’s abdomen and chest.
Ashton leaned down, pressing a lingering, fever-warm kiss against Keegan’s lips, tasting salt and sweat and the faint, sweet trace of everything they had shared through the night.
He pulled back just a fraction, his chest rising and falling in shallow, ragged gasps against Keegan’s torso, his hazel eyes barely able to stay open.
“Fuck, Sterling…” Ashton whispered against his mouth, a dazed, breathless smile ghosting across his lips as his body convulsed into a final, rolling wave of release.
“…that really, really felt good.”
With a soft, contented sigh, Ashton let his eyes flutter completely shut, his head dropping heavily onto Keegan’s shoulder as utter, blissful darkness finally pulled him under.
Keegan pressed a soft kiss to the top of Ashton’s damp head, his fingers tracing slow, possessive circles over the small of Ashton’s back as the boy’s breathing finally evened out into deep, heavy sleep.
Looking down at the man collapsed on his chest—completely soft, completely surrendered, and utterly his—Keegan let out a quiet, trembling exhale.
A fierce, protective warmth bloomed in his chest, burying every single ghost of fear that had haunted him for years.
“Nothing” Keegan whispered into the quiet room, his voice barely a breath against the dark.
“No matter what happens…
nothing on this earth could ever ruin what we just shared.”
10:05AM
The harsh morning sunlight was streaming through the blinds when Keegan finally stirred.
He blinked against the glare, his mind sluggish and thick with the heavy, narcotic haze of a long night and the alcohol they’d had.
It was 10:05AM.
A slow, deeply contented smirk stretched across his lips as the memories of the night flooded back—Ashton’s wrecked moans, the heat of his skin, the shattered surrender in those hazel eyes.
Instinctively, Keegan reached his broad arm out to the other side of the bed, expecting to draw Ashton’s warm, exhausted body back against his own.
His hand struck cold, empty sheets.
Keegan’s eyes snapped wide open.
He sat up abruptly, his heart instantly doing a violent, sickening flip.
He stared at the empty pillow beside him.
The sheets were thrown back, cold to the touch.
“Ashton?” Keegan called out, his voice rough and raspy from sleep.
He threw his legs over the side of the bed, completely naked, his eyes scanning the messy room in a sudden, frantic surge of adrenaline.
Ashton’s sweatpants were gone.
His shoes were gone.
His bag wasn’t in the bedroom.
“Finally.
You’re awake.”
Keegan’s head snapped toward the open doorway of the hotel room.
Kira was standing there, leaning against the doorframe with her arms tightly crossed over her chest.
Keegan’s initial impulse was to smile—to pass off the awkwardness of his nakedness and the ruined state of the room—but the grin froze completely on his face the second he actually looked at her.
She didn’t have her usual bright, teasing energy.
Her face was pale, her mouth drawn into a tight, grim line, and her eyes were heavy with a dark, suffocating tension that made the air in the room instantly go ice-cold.
Keegan’s smile faltered entirely, a cold knot tightening in his gut.
“Kira?” Keegan asked, his voice dropping into a guarded, cautious register.
“What’s wrong?
Why do you look like…” He trailed off, his eyes darting back to the empty bed, trying to force a lightheartedness he suddenly didn’t feel.
“…Where’s Ash?”
Kira swallowed hard, refusing to meet his gaze directly.
She looked down at the carpet, her jaw flexing before she spoke in a quiet, carefully controlled voice.
“Ashton…
left,” she said simply.
“He packed up and left with the rest of the team.”
Keegan froze, his chest locking up.
“Left?
Wait—left where?
What do you mean he left?”
“Back home,” Kira replied, her tone unnaturally flat.
She finally raised her eyes to meet his, and the sheer, uncharacteristic gravity in them made Keegan’s stomach drop into a bottomless pit.
“Jace and I stayed behind to wait for you.
He already booked us a cab…
it’s waiting downstairs right now, so you need to get dressed.”
Keegan stood up, completely ignoring his lack of clothes, stepping toward her with his brow furrowed in rising panic.
“Kira, what the fuck are you talking about?
Why would Ash leave without waking me up?
Why didn’t he—”
“Keegan.”
Kira interrupted him softly, her voice cracking slightly under the weight of whatever she was holding back.
She looked past him, her eyes sweeping over the tangled, ruined sheets, the discarded foil wrappers on the floor, and the heavy, unmistakable scent still lingering in the air.
As his best friend, she knew every shade of Keegan’s expression, but what she was seeing in this room—and what she had just witnessed in the hallway an hour ago—was a complete mystery that terrified her for him.
When her eyes slid back to his, they weren’t filled with anger or judgment, but with a raw, agonizing mix of concern, confusion, and deep dread.
“What…” Kira whispered, her voice trembling as she took a slow, heavy step back toward the the room, her hand gripping the doorframe so tightly her knuckles turned white.
“Keegan…
what— What did you two do yesterday?”