Ashley yelped at each of those hard thrusts, unable to adjust enough before Ereuvir just takes him. He tenses up a little, trying to gather his senses enough to protest or even pout, but as Ereuvir’s hand slides to his neck, holding him there and caressing his spine, Ashley relaxes into his hold, letting go of any resistance and just letting himself endure and enjoy Ereuvir’s possession.

He presses up against Ereuvir’s hold, writhing back against him and savoring the feeling of being pinned and penetrated. All that matters to him in the moment is sensation and possession, and Ashley likes the feeling of being owned.