By the time he’d worked three fingers in, he could taste the clean sweat on Vincent’s skin, and his dark hair was damp and sticking to his temples.Gorgeous, Jasper thought and barely kept the word from escaping his mouth. It was somehow equally hot and endearing and embarrassing to see Vincent like this. Lost in pleasure. Then guilt settled over him for not giving Vincent this release earlier.
Vincent was always calm and collected, focused on making sure Jasper enjoyed every scene. Sure, Vincent took his pleasure too, but never like this. When was the last time Vincent was able to lie back and be taken care of? Since his bitch of an ex? Before?
“I think you’ve mastered step one,” Vincent murmured, clearly ready to move on.
Jasper was almost content to keep tormenting him, to make Vincent come apart on his fingers, but who knew when he’d have the chance for this again? “Condom?” he asked, propping himself up with his free hand and nudging Vincent’s prostate a few more times before sliding his fingers out.
Vincent groaned and reached for the drawer, blindly rummaging until he snagged a condom and held it up. He held on to it when Jasper tried to take it, and Jasper glanced up to meet Vincent’s intense hazel stare. “You don’t have to use it.”
“You’re sure?”
“If you’re sure you want to stop using them, yes,” he said and let go of the packet.
Jasper swallowed hard, turning the condom over between his fingers. He’d seen the test results, which was more reassurance than anyone else had ever given him. What more could he possibly need? He tossed the condom aside and surged forward to seal their lips together. He meant to keep it short and sweet, but Vincent caught him with both hands in his hair, curled his fingers tight, and kept him in place while Vincent kissed him senseless. Enough that Jasper nearly forgot he was supposed to be a prince.
He was dazed when it finally ended and he dragged his tongue along his lower lip until his brain caught up again. “So I just… put it in?”
“Slowly and with lube.”
Jasper rested his forehead against Vincent’s cheek with a long exhale. He could do this. Except once he’d covered his dickin lube and lined up, the angle was too awkward, and he couldn’t bring himself to put Vincent’s leg over his shoulder.
Thankfully Vincent took pity on him and handed over a pillow, which Jasper shoved under Vincent’s hips. Then he settled his hands on Vincent’s thighs and pressed inside him.
“Oh. Oh gods. Oh fuck.” The tight heat gripping him was better than he’d ever imagined. Better than whatever toy Vincent had used on him the day before. Better than Vincent sucking him off around a condom. His hips twitched forward, and it took every ounce of willpower not to bury himself with one quick thrust. Watching Vincent didn’t curb that desire either. His head thrown back, one hand fisted in the sheets, the other gripping Jasper’s wrist.
Jasper’s fingers dug bruises into Vincent’s thighs, and his lungs nearly popped from holding his breath as he steadily inched inside until he was fully seated. He slumped forward and dropped his forehead to Vincent’s chest as he gasped for air. “Gods, you feel so good.”
“So do you.” Vincent exhaled a groan and slid his hand to the back of Jasper’s neck. “You can move.”
“Nuh-uh.” It was a miracle he hadn’t come already from the sheer ecstasy of being inside Vincent. “Can’t yet.”
Vincent chuckled and flexed his fingers in Jasper’s hair. “Enjoying yourself, my prince?”
“Nnngh.” Jasper turned his head enough to nip at Vincent’s wrist. “A lot.” He slid his palms up Vincent’s sides and across his chest, relishing having his hands free during sex for once and being able to touch. “A lot a lot,” he murmured, stretching out over Vincent and giving an experimental thrust of his hips. “Fuuuuck,” he groaned. How could Vincent make every scene last for what seemed like hours when it felt this good?
Vincent made that breathy moan again when he moved his hips faster, and Jasper zeroed in on that. He braced his hands oneither side of Vincent and watched his face, using his reactions as a guide until he earned one of those amazing sounds with nearly every thrust.
“Harder, my prince,” Vincent ordered.
Jasper gasped at the intense pleasure that crashed through him. His hips stuttered despite his best efforts to hold back his orgasm, and suddenly his movements became much slicker. The guilt and embarrassment for coming too soon was short-lived. He’d barely caught his breath before he was ready for round two. That had never happened before, but neither had he ever been balls deep inside someone before.
Even as the bliss of release wore off, he was half hard again, but with post-nut clarity he was able to focus far more of his attention on Vincent.
He settled into moving his hips at an excruciatingly slow pace and used both hands to explore every inch of Vincent’s chest before resting on his stomach. “Well?” he rasped. “Shouldn’t you be advising me?”
Vincent exhaled a laugh and cracked his eyes open. “You could move faster.”
Jasper grinned. “I could,” he said. It probably wasn’t his best idea to give Vincent a taste of his own medicine, but he couldn’t resist. Besides, he hadn’t hated any punishment yet, so he wasn’t likely to regret it. Much. So he kept his pace slow as his body ramped up again and inched his fingers down to caress Vincent’s hips and thighs.
“Never thought I’d see you like this,” he murmured and promptly shut his mouth when he remembered he was a prince and not a sub. Except a prince wouldn’t need to watch his tongue. Not with his advisor. “Always so uptight. Always have something to correct me on.” He leaned over Vincent and braced his hands on either side of him as he gave a hard thrust, wickedglee sparking in his chest when Vincent tipped his head back with a sharp groan. Or was it a whine?
“Nothing to say now? Is my cock that good?” he taunted, which was apparently Vincent’s limit of Jasper’s antics.
With a twist of his lower body Vincent had Jasper flat on his back with his hands pinned beside his head.
For a moment Jasper could only stare, somehow even more turned on as Vincent began moving. He let out a startled “Oh” that ended on a moan. Was that what it looked and felt like to have someone riding him? He’d tried resisting the same position himself. Somehow it was too exposed, which made absolutely no sense considering all the ways Vincent restrained him. But staring up at Vincent as he rode Jasper was one of the hottest things he’d seen yet. No wonder Vincent had wanted Jasper to ride him like this before, albeit with his hands restrained behind his back.
Vincent closed the distance between them to murmur against Jasper’s lips. “My dear prince is as infuriating as ever.”
