“You like when I—” He lost his train of thought when it exploded from whatever trick Vincent did with his hips. Vincent’s smug chuckle only fanned the flames until Jasper was lost in an inferno with no desire to escape. “Fuck,” he breathed, sealing his lips to Vincent’s. He twisted his wrists free without much effort and buried one hand in Vincent’s hair to keep him close as he wrapped the other around Vincent’s cock.
Vincent grunted and bucked into Jasper’s hand, his eyes squeezed shut and his breaths ragged against Jasper’s lips.
That wouldn’t do at all, though the words to fix it stuck in Jasper’s throat. Taunting Vincent was one thing, but ordering him to do something, even in a scene like this—wasn’t that crossing a line? Fuck it. He swallowed hard and tightened his fingers in Vincent’s hair. “Eyes on me.”
Vincent tilted his head and cracked his eyes open, dark rings of hazel hovering an inch away from Jasper’s own.
The “Good boy” slipped out before Jasper could even think of biting it back. The surprise that flickered across Vincent’s face was at least better than anger or annoyance, but an apology still hovered on his tongue until the surprise vanished beneath pleasure as Vincent’s orgasm hit. Jasper gasped as Vincent tightened around him, gritting his teeth against giving in to his own orgasm and pumping his hand over Vincent as he pulsed and came on Jasper’s stomach.
A few breaths later Vincent focused on him and kept moving until Jasper gave up any hope of holding back and came a second time.
He slumped with a breathless laugh and turned his head to nuzzle Vincent’s wrist where it was still planted next to the pillow. “That was…. Wow.”
Vincent hummed and lifted off Jasper, but when he leaned to the side as if to climb off the bed Jasper stopped him with a hand on his hip to nudge him the other way.
“I’ll get it,” he said, quickly wiggling off the bed while trying not to leave a mess everywhere. His body was overenergized as he cleaned himself up in the bathroom before taking a warm cloth back to Vincent, who was stretched out on his back with an arm over his eyes. Heat crept up his neck as he settled on the bed, but Vincent always made a point to clean them up after a scene, so he powered through the embarrassment. He tossed the cloth aside when he was done and curled up against Vincent, his arm still covering half his face.
“Was… that okay?”
“You were amazing,” Vincent said without moving.
Jasper tried not to overthink it, failed, and didn’t try again. “Areyouokay?”
Vincent curled his fingers into a fist before releasing it with a slow breath. “Yes.”
Jasper propped his chin on Vincent’s chest. “Was it the good boy?” he asked, somehow managing to keep his voice light despite the sense that he’d done something wrong.
That was finally enough for Vincent to shift his wrist aside to give Jasper a dry look. Even suspecting that had been a step too far didn’t prepare him for Vincent’s “Yes. I wasn’t expecting that.”
“Bad?”
“No.” Vincent lifted his other hand to Jasper’s hair and buried his fingers in it with a soft sigh. “Just unexpected.”
Jasper leaned into the touch with a frown. “Why? You are a good boy.” He grinned at Vincent’s unamused stare and turned his head to bite his wrist. “The bestest boy.”
“Am I a dog now?”
“Nah. You’re still the decrepit owner of a mangy cat,” he said and rolled off the bed when Vincent laughed. He found his boxers to pull on and headed to the kitchen. They’d need to hydrate before another round… or whatever Vincent had planned for the rest of the day.
Chapter 11
CHRIST, HEwas sore. At least it wasn’t as bad as Vincent remembered, but years with only the occasional slender plug to scratch that particular itch was no preparation for the real thing. Even a hot shower hadn’t offered more than superficial relief, but that was fine.
The ache was worth Jasper discovering something new. Seeing how he stepped into a role as easily and completely as everything else they’d tried, he was surprised by the way Jasper mimicked his style, but maybe he shouldn’t have been. Vincent was the only one Jasper had played with or subbed for, so it made sense he’d use what he’d learned, but Vincent still hadn’t expected to have his own methods turned on him.
He settled on the sofa and stretched his legs out. He found the remote to turn on the TV and flipped through the channels to find a movie while his phone booted up for his nightly missed call check. Not that he expected to hear from anyone, at least not about anything important, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to ignore his phone for two full weeks.
When Jasper finished with the dishes and joined him, he straddled Vincent’s lap and leaned in for a kiss. The lack of hesitation or second-guessing was new and a turn-on, and Vincent tossed the remote aside in favor of making out with his sub. They’d barely gotten started when his phone chimed with a text, which he ignored. A few minutes later it rang, and Vincent broke the kiss with an annoyed huff to answer it. “Yes?”
“Oh, am I interrupting something?” Zach asked with a snicker.
“Yes.”
“Too bad. I need an answer to my text.”
Vincent let out a slow breath for patience and ignored Jasper’s amused stare as he pulled up his texts.
Lunch tomorrow y/y?
