Vincent took the hint like the good Dom he was, and Jasper bit his lip against a delirious laugh as he fought the urge to call Vincent a good Dom like Vincent called him a good boy. Vincent gripped Jasper’s hip, his other arm braced against the window beside Jasper’s head, breath coming in hot puffs against his shoulder as Vincent took his pleasure.
Jasper splayed and flexed his fingers, managing to latch on to Vincent’s shirt with louder moans to urge him on. He might not get to come, but somehow that made this even hotter, knowing Vincent was fucking him because Vincent wanted to and not because Jasper had begged for it. He closed his eyes with a groan, muttering taunts and pleas alike under his breath until Vincent bit his shoulder with a breathless laugh and came.
Neither of them moved for a long moment, Vincent standing with his forehead resting on Jasper’s shoulder while he was trapped against the door. Finally Vincent straightened and pulled out, his hands lingering against Jasper’s hips like a caress.
“Good boy,” he murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to Jasper’s neck before stepping away.
He might not have gotten off, but satiation made his aching arousal bearable. Apparently… he liked being used? He’ddabbled in it before when Vincent gave him a taste of being punished, but this was more intense. Probably from the risk of being seen by someone. Not that it mattered.
Once Vincent cleaned him up and released him, he found the notebook with the list and snagged a pen to circleslave for a daytwice.
Chapter 8
VINCENT STAREDat his book, though he’d given up on reading a while ago, his stomach a twisted heartburn mess of excitement and nerves. He’d hoped it would settle once they had a proper scene and found their footing here, but it only intensified when he’d seen what Jasper had circled yesterday.
Part of him worried their scenes were escalating in intensity too fast to be sustainable, but most of that was Jasper discovering new things that he enjoyed. Even by his own standards he didn’t think anything they’d tried up to now was extreme or intense, except maybe when he’d tied Jasper to the coffee table.
Vincent had kept his own fetishes to himself so far, and he’d hoped to introduce Jasper to at least one or two during their time here. He’d wanted to try some role-play with something simple, maybe a tacky porno setup like a pizza delivery or plumber, but leave it to Jasper to mention a doctor scene. He wasn’t exactly surprised that Jasper remembered his comment about his first inclination for kink, but he certainly wasn’t prepared for his reaction to it.
As much as Vincent wanted to delve into medical role-play, he didn’t want to scare Jasper off, but now he couldn’t get it out of his head. And with the medical chairright therecalling to him from the playroom….
Jasper shifted on the couch next to him, and Vincent welcomed the distraction. He’d learned Jasper’s mannerisms well enough by now to know Jasper was thinking of asking for something. He ran his fingers through Jasper’s hair before resting his hand on the inside of his thigh. Jasper shivered andpressed his face against Vincent’s arm, where he proceeded to gnaw briefly like an irritated cat.
“Problem?” he asked dryly, finally giving up on pretending to read his book.
“No.” Jasper nuzzled against the spot he’d been biting before tipping his head back. “Can we try something?”
“Probably.”
He rolled his eyes but wasn’t deterred. “Can you…? Do you know what kabedon is?”
It sounded vaguely familiar, but Vincent couldn’t pinpoint why. “I don’t think so.”
Jasper bit his lower lip before rolling off the couch, keeping hold of Vincent’s arm and tugging as he got to his feet.
Vincent set his book aside and indulged him as he followed Jasper to the nearest wall with space enough for them to stand.
“So you put a hand on the wall and… lean in menacingly.”
He raised an eyebrow and managed to keep a straight face. “Menacingly.”
Jasper flushed and flapped a hand. “Like, intimidating.”
He hummed softly, pleased Jasper was asking for something but also in a mood to return the usual bratty attitude. He stretched his arm out to press his hand to the wall, then kept his body stiff as he leaned towards Jasper. “Like this?”
With a huff, Jasper planted both hands against Vincent’s chest and pushed him back. “No. More… threatening.”
Vincent shifted a step to the side as he leaned in, deliberately loosening his stance as if coming up to talk to a close friend. “Better?”
“Now you’re being a dick,” Jasper muttered and pushed him away again. “Forget it.”
He caught Jasper with a hand against his chest when he tried to walk away and roughly shoved him against the wall as he slammed his other palm above Jasper’s head. He leaned in witha low chuckle, sliding his hand up Jasper’s chest to rest against his throat.
Jasper squeaked and grasped Vincent’s arm as his breathing turned ragged, his body slipping a bit against the wall as if his legs tried to give out.
“Is this what you wanted, pet?” he whispered, noting Jasper’s dilated pupils and the rapid pulse beneath his fingers.
“Uh-huh,” Jasper wheezed, tipping his head back with a soft moan.
