Bennett searched his face. Jasper was calm. Present. Not waiting for something Bennett could not give.
“I want you,” Bennett said. “I am sure about that.”
Jasper’s breath hitched. “I want you too.”
Bennett kissed him again, deeper this time. Jasper’s hand slid up Bennett’s back, warm and steady. Bennett let himself relax into it, into the slide of skin against skin as they shifted closer.
They took their time. Jasper’s fingers worked the buttons of Bennett’s shirt with deliberate care, revealing skin inch by inch. Bennett’s hands trembled slightly as he pulled Jasper’s shirt over his head, pausing to trace the lines of muscle beneath warm skin.
“You can touch me,” Jasper said softly. “I want you to.”
Bennett’s palms flattened against Jasper’s chest, feeling his heartbeat, steady and strong. When their bare skin finally met, Bennett gasped at the contact, at the heat and closeness of it.
Jasper guided Bennett back against the pillows, trailing kisses down his neck, across his collarbone. His mouth was hot and patient, mapping territory Bennett had never let anyone explore. He paused at Bennett’s chest, tongue circling one nipple until Bennett arched into the touch with a broken sound he didn’t recognize as his own.
“You’re so responsive,” Jasper murmured against his skin. “So perfect.”
When Jasper’s hand wrapped around him, Bennett’s hips jerked involuntarily. The sensation was familiar and completely new all at once. Jasper’s touch was confident, knowing, and Bennett felt himself unraveling.
“God,” Bennett breathed, his control fracturing. “Jasper.”
“Eyes on me” Jasper murmured.
Bennett forced his eyes open. Jasper watched him with an intensity that made Bennett feel exposed and safe all at once. Jasper’s hand moved in slow, deliberate strokes, his thumb sweeping over the sensitive head until Bennett shuddered.
“Tell me what you want,” Jasper said. “I need to hear you say it.”
Bennett’s throat worked. “I want… I want you inside me. I want to know what it feels like. All of it.”
Jasper’s breath caught. “Are you sure?”
“I’m terrified,” Bennett admitted. “But yes. I’m sure.”
Jasper kissed him deeply, swallowing Bennett’s gasp as their bodies aligned. The slide of skin against skin, the friction, the intimacy of it overwhelmed Bennett’s senses. Jasper’s hand slipped lower, fingers exploring with careful attention, reading every reaction.
“Tell me if anything doesn’t feel right,” Jasper said. “We can stop anytime.”
Bennett nodded, trusting him completely.
When Jasper pressed inside him, slow and careful, Bennett’s breath caught on something between pleasure and vulnerability. The stretch was intense, foreign, overwhelming. For a moment panic flared. This was real. This was happening. He was letting a man inside him, and everything he thought he knew about himself was shifting.
“Breathe,” Jasper murmured, stilling completely. “Just breathe. We can stop.”
“No,” Bennett gasped. “Don’t stop. I just... give me a second.”
Jasper pressed kisses to his jaw, his temple, his mouth. Patient and unhurried. “Take all the time you need.”
Bennett focused on breathing, on the feeling of Jasper’s body against his, inside his. Slowly, the discomfort eased. Somethingelse took its place. A fullness. A rightness that made his chest ache.
“Okay,” he whispered. “Okay. Move.”
“You’re sure?”
“Please,” Bennett said. “I need... I need you to move.”
They found their rhythm gradually, bodies learning each other. Bennett’s hands gripped Jasper’s shoulders, then his back, nails dragging as sensation built. Every thrust sent sparks through him, pleasure coiling tighter in his core. This was nothing like sex had been before. This was raw and intimate and completely consuming.
Jasper’s breath was ragged against his ear. “You feel incredible. So tight. So perfect.”
