Asher throat was suddenly dry, and his body—especially between his legs—felt the same aching dryness. It came all unexpectedly.
"Oh fuck, Xavier… I need your cock in me now." He grabbed Xavier's collar and yanked him down as they both collapsed onto the nearest bed.
Xavier looked surprised.
"Are you sure this is the right moment?"
But Asher was already impatient. He tore at their shirts, buttons flying as fabric ripped.
"Damn, Asher… what's gotten into you?"
Honestly, Asher didn't know. Something inside him had snapped—he needed that cock, and he couldn't let Xavier go without it.
"After this," Asher said, breathing hard, "we're giving Harlan the best memorial and burial he could ever have."
Xavier lifted Asher's chin and nodded.
"With pleasure, baby."
