Chapter Twenty #3
He let out a shuddering breath, trying to press his face farther into his arm, but the restraints kept him from hiding completely. “Sunday is the worst day of my week, because I know we have to say goodbye, and all I want is to be yours. Every day.”
Vincent focused on breathing, telling himself that wasn’t a declaration of love.
It couldn’t be, considering they’d only known each other for a few weeks.
But the fact Jasper felt the pull to be together as strongly as he did?
It was both gratifying and terrifying, and he wasn’t about to miss out on seeing where this could go.
He slid a hand up Jasper’s chest and into his hair, forcing him to stop trying to hide and meet his gaze. “You’re mine,” he said firmly, dragging his thumb across Jasper’s lips before following with his own.
Jasper’s whimper was full of relief, echoed in the way his entire body relaxed as he opened to the kiss. “Yours, Sir.” He sighed when they broke apart, lifting his head to press his nose against Vincent’s cheek. He fell back with a grin and gave a full-body wiggle. “Now claim me.”
“So demanding,” Vincent murmured, catching Jasper’s lips again even as he got the lube open with one hand.
He sat back to get his fingers coated, working one and then two fingers into Jasper.
He took his time adding a third, content to watch Jasper’s spiral into pleasure.
It didn’t take long—it rarely did—and he hummed in appreciation when Jasper used the restraints for leverage to match the rhythm of Vincent’s fingers. “Christ, you’re perfect,” he whispered.
Jasper’s breath hitched, either from Vincent’s words or the sudden loss of Vincent’s fingers inside him as he got the condom open and rolled into place. “Yes,” he groaned, “fucking finally.”
Vincent snorted and lined himself up. “Oh, is this what you wanted?” he asked as he pressed inside.
Jasper tossed his head back with a hissed, “Yes.”
Vincent had to pause as he pushed into Jasper’s heat, his arousal making itself known with a visceral intensity that stole his breath. “Fuck,” he hissed, unable to stop his hips from slamming the rest of the way home.
He had a brief moment of worry that he’d moved too fast, but Jasper keened, his eyes popping open to stare at Vincent with a rushed out, “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
Vincent gripped Jasper’s hips and gave up any thought of going slow or being gentle.
For several hard, quick thrusts at least, until he careened towards the edge of bliss and managed to haul himself back.
He slowed his thrusts despite Jasper’s incoherent protests, peeling his fingers away from the start of bruises he’d left and sliding a hand up Jasper’s chest instead.
He swiped his thumb over Jasper’s nipple, enjoying the full-body shiver it earned.
Jasper flexed his wrists against the restraints with a devastated whine. “Vinc—Siiiirrrr.”
The near slip of his name made him chuckle. “Yes, pet?” he asked, leaning over and dragging his nose up the side of Jasper’s throat.
“Please stop being a dick and fuck me,” Jasper gasped, straining against the thigh restraints enough Vincent worried he might hurt himself.
He slid his hand up to rest on Jasper’s throat, pressing his other palm to Jasper’s thigh, retracing the path of his nose with his tongue. When he pulled back, Jasper had taken the hint and gone still, breaths quick but deep as he stared up at Vincent. Much better.
“You’re mine,” he said softly, voice firm. He raised an eyebrow when Jasper didn’t respond, felt the movement of his throat as he swallowed.
“Yes, Sir,” Jasper whispered.
Vincent hummed softly in approval and leaned down again, tracing the same path up Jasper’s throat, this time with his teeth. When he reached Jasper’s ear, he bit lightly on the lobe. “Then stop fighting, and give me a color.”
Jasper swallowed again, a soft high-pitched sound escaping him. “Green.”
“Good.” He bit at Jasper’s ear again and slid his hand from Jasper’s thigh all the way up his body.
He braced himself with his palm on the bed beside Jasper’s head, his other hand resting lightly on Jasper’s throat as he finally started moving again.
Slow thrusts, far slower than the rabbiting of Jasper’s pulse beneath his fingers.
Jasper’s wrists flexed again, his breath stuttering every few breaths, but he stopped fighting the restraints and moved with Vincent instead. “Please,” he gasped, arching beneath Vincent with a soft whine that bordered on frustrated.
Vincent kept his eyes on Jasper’s face as he obliged, picking up the pace and force of his thrusts again, gradually giving in to his own burning need.
He curled his fingers tight in the sheets, sliding his thumb along Jasper’s jawline, then dragging his fingers down Jasper’s body, tweaking a nipple on the way down to grasp his leaking cock.
“Fuck!” Jasper shuddered and bucked into Vincent’s hand. His eyes rolled back as Vincent gave a few quick, tight strokes, and he fell over the edge with a shout.
Liquid heat spilled over Vincent’s fingers, the sharp scent of Jasper’s cum and the tighter grip on his own cock pushing him to his own orgasm.
He bit Jasper’s shoulder with a loud groan, holding on with his teeth for a long moment before carefully pulling back.
He made quick work of the restraints and condom, then slumped to the bed to finish catching his breath, unsurprised when Jasper immediately rolled over and latched on like an octopus.
He stroked his fingers through sweat-damp hair.
Jasper responded by pressing his entire face into Vincent’s chest and nuzzling his way up to Vincent’s lips.
The easy affection still took him by surprise, especially after sex.
This was something he’d been denied so long, he’d almost forgotten how much he craved it.
The kiss was lazy and sweet and lasted until they were both long past recovered. Until their bodies cooled and the postorgasmic bliss faded.
He wasn’t sure when they’d ended up on their sides, with Jasper’s leg thrown over his hip, his own tucked between Jasper’s thighs, but it was nice.
Jasper’s fingers lazily flexing in his hair like a cat as he fought against sleep was nice.
The pert flesh of Jasper’s ass beneath his hand was more than nice.
The warm breaths ghosting over his cheek between sleepy, satiated kisses were nice.
Being with Jasper was a bit like a dream. Like he’d been underwater for years and was finally breaking the surface to breathe again.
He tightened his fingers to give a light tug on Jasper’s hair, his other hand curled over Jasper’s wrist, listening as Jasper’s breathing slowed and deepened. As usual, Jasper easily passed out after sex. Vincent tried not to be envious.
Once Jasper was out, he carefully slipped out of bed long enough to clean them both up and change, then settled back in, counting Jasper’s steady breaths like sheep until he fell asleep.