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Below you’ll find an exclusive extended scene set six months after the wedding—Damon’s birthday, when Asher planned something very special.

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Birthday Boy

Six Months After the Wedding

DAMON

“You’re up to something.”

Asher’s smile was too innocent. Way too innocent. The kind of innocent that meant Damon was either about to be very annoyed or very turned on.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Asher said, unlocking the door to his off-campus apartment. “It’s your birthday. I’m simply being a good boyfriend.”

“You made me drive four hours on a Friday night.”

“Because I wanted to see you.”

“You told me to pack an overnight bag.”

“Because I want you to stay.”

“You’ve been texting me cryptic shit all week.”

Asher pushed open the door, still wearing that maddening smile. “Have I?”

Damon followed him inside, immediately noticing the changes. Candles—dozens of them—flickering on every surface. Music playing softly from somewhere. The lights dimmed to almost nothing.

And rose petals.

Actual fucking rose petals scattered across the floor, leading toward the bedroom.

“Asher.” Damon’s voice came out strangled. “What is this?”

“It’s your birthday.” Asher turned to face him, and the candlelight caught the sharp lines of his face, turning him into something out of a fantasy. “And I wanted to do something special.”

“This is—” Damon looked around again, overwhelmed. “This is a lot.”

“Too much?”

“No. Just—” He shook his head. “Nobody’s ever done anything like this for me.”

Asher’s expression softened. He crossed the room, sliding his hands up Damon’s chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

“Then everyone else has been doing it wrong.” He pressed a kiss to the corner of Damon’s mouth. “Happy birthday, Damon.”

“Happy birthday to me,” Damon agreed, and pulled him in for a real kiss.

They made it to the bedroom eventually.

The rose petal trail led to more candles, more soft lighting, and a bed that had been made with obvious care—crisp sheets, too many pillows, and a distinct lack of the usual clutter that accumulated in Asher’s space.

But what caught Damon’s attention was what was on the bed.

A black gift box, tied with a silver ribbon.

“What’s that?” Damon asked.

“Your present.” Asher’s cheeks had gone pink—barely visible in the candlelight, but Damon knew his tells by now. “Open it.”

Damon approached the box like it might bite him. With Asher, you never knew. He untied the ribbon, lifted the lid, and—

His brain short-circuited.

Inside, nestled in black tissue paper, was a collection of items that made his mouth go dry. A blindfold—silk, from the look of it. A set of soft rope restraints. A bottle of warming lubricant. And something else, something that made Damon’s cock twitch in his jeans.

“Is that—”

“A vibrating plug.” Asher’s voice was steady, but his flush had deepened. “I did some research. Apparently it’s… highly recommended.”

“Research.” Damon picked up the toy, turning it over in his hands. “You did research.”

“I wanted tonight to be good.”

“Baby.” Damon set the toy down and turned to face him. “Tonight was going to be good the second you opened the door. You didn’t have to—”

“I wanted to.” Asher stepped closer, that determined look in his eyes that Damon had learned meant he wasn’t backing down. “I’ve been thinking about this for weeks. Planning. Imagining.” His hands found Damon’s belt, fingers working the buckle with practiced ease. “I want to give you everything tonight. Whatever you want. However you want it.”

“Whatever I want?”

“Whatever you want.”

Damon’s pulse kicked up. Six months together, and Asher still had the power to undo him with a few words. Still made him feel like the luckiest bastard on the planet.

“Get on the bed,” Damon said.

Asher’s breath hitched. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. And take off your clothes on the way.”

ASHER

He’d been planning this for three weeks.

The candles. The rose petals. The gift box full of things that had made him blush when he’d ordered them online, praying his roommate wouldn’t see the delivery.

But now, lying naked on his bed while Damon stood over him with that hungry look in his eyes, Asher couldn’t remember why he’d ever been embarrassed.

This was exactly where he wanted to be.

“Blindfold first,” Damon said, pulling it from the box. “That okay?”

“Yes.”

“Use your words, princess. Tell me what you want.”

Asher’s cock twitched against his stomach. “I want you to blindfold me. I want—I want to not know what’s coming. I want you to surprise me.”

Damon’s smile was predatory. “Good boy.”

The silk slid over Asher’s eyes, plunging him into darkness. Damon’s fingers tied the knot behind his head—firm but not too tight—and then there was nothing but sensation.

The mattress dipped as Damon moved. Asher heard the rustle of fabric—Damon undressing—and then hands on his wrists, guiding them up toward the headboard.

“These okay?” Damon asked, and Asher felt the soft rope circling his wrists.

“Yes. Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please tie me up. I want—” Asher’s voice cracked as Damon secured the knots. “I want to be at your mercy.”

“Fuck.” The word came out reverent, almost worshipful. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

“Show me.”

Damon showed him.

DAMON

He took his time.

With Asher blindfolded and bound, Damon had complete control—and he intended to use every second of it. He started at Asher’s throat, kissing and biting along the column of his neck, leaving marks that would be visible for days.

“Everyone’s going to know,” he murmured against Asher’s skin. “Everyone’s going to see these and know exactly what we did.”

“Good.” Asher’s voice was already wrecked. “Want them to know. Want everyone to know I’m yours.”

Damon groaned and moved lower.

He mapped Asher’s chest with his mouth—tongue tracing the lines of muscle, teeth grazing his nipples until Asher was gasping and straining against the ropes. Down his stomach, following the trail of hair that led to where Asher was hard and leaking against his abs.

“Please,” Asher begged. “Damon, please—”

“Please what?”

“Touch me. Suck me. Something, anything—”

“Not yet.” Damon pressed a kiss to his hip bone, deliberately avoiding where Asher wanted him most. “We haven’t even gotten to your present yet.”

He reached for the toy—the plug Asher had bought, still in its packaging. Damon tore it open, slicked it with the warming lube, and positioned himself between Asher’s spread thighs.

“Deep breath, baby.”

Asher inhaled. Damon pressed the toy against his entrance and watched his whole body shudder.

“Oh fuck—” Asher’s back arched as the plug slid home. “Oh fuck, that’s—the lube, it’s—”

“Warming,” Damon finished, grinning. “I know. You bought it, remember?”

“I didn’t know it would feel like—ah—”

Damon turned on the vibration.

Asher screamed.

Not loud—he was too controlled for that, even now—but a sharp, desperate sound that went straight to Damon’s cock. His hips bucked up off the bed, fighting against the restraints, and Damon had to press him back down with a hand on his stomach.

“Easy. Easy.” He found the remote, lowering the intensity. “We’re just getting started.”

“I can’t—it’s too much—”

“You can. You will.” Damon kissed his thigh, soft and reassuring. “But if you really need to stop, say ‘red.’ Okay?”

“Red. Got it.” Asher was panting, his cock flushed and straining. “I don’t want to stop. I just—I wasn’t expecting—”

“I know.” Damon turned the vibration up again, just slightly. “That’s the point.”

ASHER

He was going to die.

That was the only explanation. Damon was going to kill him with pleasure, and Asher was going to die on his own bed with a vibrating plug in his ass and his boyfriend’s mouth inches from his cock.

What a way to go.

“You’re thinking too much,” Damon said. “I can tell.”

“Hard not to think when you’re—ah—torturing me.”

“This isn’t torture. This is foreplay.” The vibration kicked up another notch, and Asher’s vision went white behind the blindfold. “Torture is when I do this—”

Damon’s mouth closed around the head of his cock.

Asher nearly came on the spot.

“Don’t,” Damon warned, pulling off. “Don’t you dare come yet. We’re nowhere near done.”

“I can’t—you can’t just—”

“I can do whatever I want. That was the deal, remember?” Damon’s voice was dark velvet, wrapping around Asher’s frayed nerves. “You said whatever I want, however I want it. Well, I want you desperate. I want you begging. I want you so far gone you forget your own name.”

“I’m already—”

“Not even close.” Damon’s mouth returned, taking him deeper this time, and the combination of wet heat and vibration was unlike anything Asher had ever experienced. He was drowning in sensation, overloaded, every nerve ending firing at once.

“Please,” he heard himself say. “Please, Damon, I need—”

“What do you need?”

“You. Inside me. I need you to fuck me, please, I can’t—”

The vibration stopped. The plug slid out, leaving Asher empty and clenching around nothing. He whined at the loss, but then Damon was there, pressing against his entrance, and—

“Yes,” Asher gasped as Damon pushed inside. “Yes, yes, yes—”

“Look at you.” Damon’s voice was wrecked, all pretense of control crumbling. “Taking me so well. So fucking perfect.”

He started to move, and Asher lost the ability to form words.

DAMON

Asher was beautiful like this.

Blindfolded and bound, flushed and desperate, taking everything Damon gave him and begging for more. Six months of this—of learning each other’s bodies, of finding all the ways they fit together—and it still felt new. Still felt like a miracle.

“I love you,” Damon said, and he hadn’t meant to say it, not now, not in the middle of fucking, but the words came out anyway. “God, Asher, I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” Asher’s voice was barely there, worn thin by pleasure. “I love you. Happy birthday. I love you—”

“Stop talking.” Damon kissed him to shut him up, swallowing the rest of his words. “Just feel.”

He changed the angle, hitting that spot inside Asher that made him see stars, and felt the response immediately—the clench of muscle, the full-body shudder, the desperate noises muffled against Damon’s mouth.

“Close,” Asher gasped. “Damon, I’m so close, please—”

“Touch yourself.” Damon reached up, tugging at the ropes until they came loose. “I want to watch you.”

Asher’s hand flew to his cock, stroking frantically, and Damon ripped off the blindfold because he needed to see—needed to watch those blue eyes go dark and hazy, needed to see the exact moment Asher fell apart.

“Come for me,” Damon ordered. “Now.”

Asher came.

It was devastating—his whole body locking up, his cock pulsing between them, his ass clenching around Damon in rhythmic waves. He cried out, loud and broken, and the sound of it pushed Damon over the edge too.

He buried himself deep and let go.

Afterward, they lay tangled in the wrecked sheets, surrounded by guttering candles and scattered rose petals. Asher’s wrists were slightly red from the ropes—nothing that would bruise, but visible enough to make something possessive purr in Damon’s chest.

“Best birthday ever,” Damon said.

Asher laughed weakly. “Better than the year you got a dirt bike?”

“I crashed the dirt bike into a fence two hours later.”

“Valid point.” Asher pressed closer, nose against Damon’s collarbone. “Did you like your present?”

“Which part? The candles? The rose petals? The sex toys?” Damon kissed his hair. “Or the part where you let me tie you up and have my way with you?”

“All of it. Any of it.”

“I loved all of it.” Damon’s arms tightened around him. “But mostly I loved that you planned it. That you thought about what would make me happy and then did it.”

“Of course I did. That’s what boyfriends do.”

“Not all of them.” Damon thought about the relationships he’d had before—if you could call them that. Quick hookups. Guys who wanted him for his body or his reputation but never bothered to know him. “You’re different.”

“Different good?”

“Different best.” Damon rolled them over so he was hovering above Asher, looking down at his flushed, satisfied face. “I can’t believe I get to keep you.”

“You do. For as long as you want.”

“Forever?”

Asher’s smile was soft and certain. “Forever.”

THE END

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