Chapter 1 #2
He had no reason to hide it, but he was still hesitant to answer. It wasn’t only the fox ears that he enjoyed. One of his biggest kinks was role-play, and he’d hoped Jasper would at least be open to that. “Yes,” he finally said.
Jasper was silent for a long moment, then pressed his face into Vincent’s arm with a groan, which was as endearing as it was confusing.
“What’s wrong?”
“Shoulda known you’d want to use them,” he grumbled under his breath.
Vincent tried not to get his hopes up. “Do you not want to?” That might not be an outright no, but it wasn’t an enthusiastic yes either. But then, new things rarely were with Jasper. It was something he hoped would change as they explored a bit more.
“It’s embarrassing,” Jasper murmured, so softly Vincent almost missed it over the sound of the car.
Vincent stifled a soft laugh. He was fairly certain Jasper’s reactions so far meant he actually enjoyed being embarrassed, but had yet to call him out on it. He didn’t press now, either, content to save tormenting him for tonight.
When they reached Vincent’s home, he hesitated before shutting the car off. Jasper already had his door open and a foot out before he realized Vincent hadn’t moved and turned back in confusion. “What’s wrong?”
Vincent cleared his throat against the memory of the sour taste on the back of his tongue. “I don’t mind if you drink,” he said after a moment, “but I can’t have alcohol in my home.”
Jasper tilted his head with a slight furrow between his brows, but then he glanced at Vincent’s chest and arm, where his scars—the legacy of his past history with alcohol was literally burned into his skin—were hidden under his shirt. With a soft sound of understanding, he said, “Okay.”
Vincent wasn’t quite expecting such easy agreement. His surprise must have been obvious, because Jasper made a face at him.
“I’m not interested in drinking anyway. Not really. Noah drinks and smokes enough for the both of us. Among other things,” he muttered.
Vincent hummed softly and finally climbed out of the car. “He didn’t seem to like me much.”
Jasper followed after him with a scowl and shut the car door with more force than necessary.
“I don’t care what he thinks. I’m surprised he even showed up.
Not like we’ve talked much since I was a kid.
” He stalked into the house and kicked his shoes off by the door.
“Gonna put these up,” he said on his way up the stairs.
Vincent watched him as he slipped his own shoes off and tossed his keys to the hall table, curious about Jasper’s bitter tone and what had caused it, but he obviously wasn’t getting answers tonight.
With a sigh he headed to the kitchen. If he started the sauce now, it’d at least have a few hours to cook.
It didn’t take long to put together, and he set the stove to low to let it simmer before going in search of Jasper.
He’d expected the brat to hover in the kitchen to see if he was really making spaghetti, but he hadn’t heard a peep since Jasper went upstairs.
When he stepped into the bedroom he saw why.
Jasper was sprawled facedown on the bed, naked except for the fox ears and tail.
He had a moment to be disappointed at missing the chance to watch Jasper work the plug into himself before he noticed the blindfold already secured around Jasper’s eyes.
That was something they’d only recently started using, but with amazing results: Jasper tended to be less vocal, less bratty, and somehow even more responsive when he wore one.
Vincent shut the door with a firm click, waited a beat, and flipped the lock for good measure. He stopped at his dresser to pull out a tie, then continued to the bed for a better view. “I seem to have a trapped fox,” he murmured. “Whatever shall I do with it?”
He hummed in approval when he spotted the remote for the fox tail, along with lube, on the nightstand and pulled out a condom to set next to them.
Then he trailed his fingertips from Jasper’s ankle up the inside of his thigh, over his ass, and up his back to his arm.
He guided both arms behind Jasper and used the tie to keep them there.
Jasper’s breathing hitched as Vincent finished securing them.
Vincent let his hand rest on Jasper’s bound wrists as he considered, then stayed silent while he tossed the condom, lube, and remote to the bed, rolled Jasper to his side facing away from Vincent, and stretched out behind him.
Once they were settled, he studied the remote before turning it to its lowest setting, which caused Jasper to jerk against him with a surprised moan.
Vincent chuckled and pressed his lips to Jasper’s neck while lazily exploring his chest. He hooked a hand under Jasper’s leg to pull it over top of his own, then snagged the end of the tail to brush the soft fur against Jasper’s thighs and erection.
When Jasper tried to roll forward and away, Vincent slid his other hand up to rest against Jasper’s throat to keep him in place and curled two fingers over his chin to press past his lips.
Jasper whimpered around Vincent’s fingers but stopped trying to pull away, wiggling against him instead. It turned to writhing when Vincent turned the plug to a higher setting.
He turned it up another notch, then another, until Jasper let out a pleading whine.
He relented and dialed it back down, then turned his attention to Jasper’s nipples and neck.
The fox items might have been more for Vincent’s pleasure than Jasper’s, which was a questionable incentive for a gift in his opinion, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t ensure Jasper thoroughly enjoyed himself.
It didn’t take long to reduce Jasper to a panting, moaning mess, especially when Vincent quickly pulled his fingers from his mouth to torment Jasper’s nipples.
He pinched and twisted and tugged until they were both hard, covered Jasper’s neck and shoulder with a dozen marks, then turned the plug to its highest setting.
While Jasper thrashed and bucked, Vincent wrapped his fingers around Jasper’s cock in a loose hold, refusing to tighten or stroke even when Jasper pushed into his fist, desperate for friction.
Only when Jasper turned his face into the pillow with a long pleading whine did Vincent take pity on him enough to tighten his grip.
He even offered a few strokes when Jasper immediately began thrusting.
He waited until he heard the sharp gasping whimpers that meant Jasper was getting close, then pulled his hand away.
Jasper groaned in protest, and Vincent smothered a chuckle against his shoulder, running a soothing hand over his hip before reaching for the condom.
A few moments to get his pants open and the condom on and lubed up, and another to find the remote and shut the plug off.
Then he pulled it free, tossed it aside, and gripped Jasper’s thigh to lift his leg before pressing into him.
Jasper tipped his head back as he keened, the soft fox ears brushing against Vincent’s face as quiet pleas of yes and more fell from Jasper’s lips.
Vincent pressed his face into Jasper’s neck, breathing in his scent and dragging his teeth against the flush-warm skin.
He settled into a slow rhythm despite Jasper’s begging.
No need to rush. Jasper was his for the rest of the week, and while Vincent would still need to go to work at his club, he’d taken the night off to ensure Jasper enjoyed his birthday.
Thankfully it fell early enough in the summer break that they had plenty of leeway for their vacation before the next semester started.
He hadn’t expected tonight to include fox accessories and a blindfold, but the fact Jasper was willing to wear that much offered him some hope that they’d be able to indulge his love of role-play later.
For now he took advantage of his fox, slowly grinding into him while leaving more marks on his neck and shoulder. Jasper tipped his head back and to the side with a whine, seeking a kiss, and Vincent gladly obliged, kissing him with the same unhurried pace as his thrusts.
Any time spent with Jasper was a treat, but kissing him was its own little luxury.
He didn’t try to control the pace but responded with the same enthusiasm as he did most everything else.
When they finally broke apart, Jasper was panting, his lips slick and swollen, soft breathless moans escaping between gasps.
Vincent adjusted their positioning enough to hook Jasper’s leg over his own and moved his freed hand to Jasper’s hip to keep him steady as he picked up the pace.
He caught an earlobe between his teeth and slammed forward with a grunt, hooked his other arm across Jasper’s chest as he braced his foot against the mattress, and fucked into him with steady, relentless thrusts.
Jasper bucked against him as best he could, but Vincent ensured he was as restrained as possible.
Whenever Jasper neared the edge, Vincent pulled him back with a quick slap to his balls.
He did that several times until Jasper was sobbing and begging for release, then finally pressed his lips to Jasper’s ear with a soft “Come,” while he jerked Jasper off.
Jasper shuddered through his orgasm with a hoarse scream, and Vincent grunted as Jasper tightened around him.
A few more thrusts and he found his own release, though he remained buried inside as they caught their breaths, absently stroking his thumb against Jasper’s softening cock until he whimpered from the stimulation.
With a quick press of his lips to Jasper’s neck, Vincent pulled out and away.
It only took a few moments to get Jasper free of the tie, and the ears came off with the removal of the blindfold.
Then Vincent disposed of the condom, retrieved a damp cloth from the bathroom, and cleaned Jasper up.
He tossed the cloth aside, along with his pants.
and settled back into bed, unsurprised when Jasper latched on with all four limbs.
He trailed his fingers up Jasper’s spine and into his hair, where he curled them into a loose grip that earned a low hum of pleasure.
Jasper passed out as quickly as ever, and Vincent pulled his phone out to set an alarm for an hour before joining him.
BY THE time the alarm went off and Jasper pulled on his boxers and they made it downstairs, the spaghetti sauce had simmered long enough to fill the kitchen with the warm scent of tomatoes, herbs, and garlic.
Jasper filled a pot with water to boil while Vincent set the oven and placed a couple of pieces of cheesy garlic bread on a baking sheet. Once the pot was on a burner, Jasper turned and stepped into Vincent’s chest.
Vincent propped a hip against the counter and buried a hand in Jasper’s hair. “All right?” he asked, curling his fingers with a light tug when Jasper nodded an affirmative. Vincent tilted his head to press a lingering kiss to Jasper’s temple. “Sleepy or subspace?”
“Mm, both?”
Vincent tugged his hair again, enjoying the long, soft moan and the way Jasper melted into him even more.
Somehow he managed to get the bread in the oven and the spaghetti into the boiling water without dislodging his new body accessory, but when the food was ready, he had to nudge Jasper into filling a plate.
At the table, he moved his chair close enough to Jasper’s that he could rest his left hand on his leg as they ate. “When you’re awake enough, I can give you your birthday gift,” he said and wasn’t disappointed when Jasper straightened with an eager smile, obviously far more alert and present.
“What did you get me?”
“You’ll see,” Vincent replied dryly, ignoring the pout in favor of eating.
When they’d finished, he left Jasper to clean up and retrieved the packets he’d put together from his office.
They included several vacation options across the country and two overseas.
He set them on the table and waited for Jasper to sit.
“Pick one of these places and we’ll go there for two weeks,” he said, quickly moving the packs out of reach when Jasper made a sound of excitement and reached for them. “Look through all of them, but the choice is entirely yours. Bring me the one you decide on. I’ll be waiting in the playroom.”
“Yes, Sir,” Jasper said, inching his fingers towards the packets with an innocent smile.
Vincent shook his head and pushed them closer, then mussed Jasper’s hair on his way out of the room.