He squeezed Jasper’s shoulders, then turned the water on and let it warm up while he stripped and stepped into the stall. Once the water changed from frigid to warm he switched it to come out of the detachable showerhead, then turned his attention to soaking every inch of Jasper below his neck. He used his free hand to guide the water and chase the goose bumps rippling across Jasper’s back. On the second pass, Jasper tipped forward as some of the tension finally eased out of his shoulders.
“Good boy.” He put the showerhead back in its place and angled the water to hit their chests, then grabbed the cloth to soap it up. “We’ll have Ash take photos the day after tomorrow,” he murmured as he dragged the cloth across Jasper’s shoulders. He kept his movements slow and firm, massaging as much as scrubbing. “Then have lunch with them the day after.”
Jasper let out a long breath and relaxed further. “Yes, Sir.”
“For now, I’m going to explore your body in ways I haven’t been able to yet.” Jasper’s quiet moan was all eager anticipation, and Vincent couldn’t resist pressing his lips to Jasper’s ear. “Starting with tasting every inch of you.”
Jasper whimpered and rocked his hips back, but Vincent shifted aside before he could make contact.
“Patience,” he said, then set out to test Jasper’s patience as he resumed washing. One hand scrubbed while the other caressed, massaged, or stroked by turns. As he worked his way down Jasper’s body, he made sure to find and exploit every sensitive point he’d learned of over the past few months. Jasper’s neck and nipples were a given, but there was also thespot behind his ear, the one below his ribs, and the inside of his left thigh up to his hip.
When he reached Jasper’s groin he spent a long few minutes ensuring he was thoroughly cleaned, his own cock taking interest in the promise of finally getting his mouth on Jasper. By the time he finished actually washing them both and grabbed the showerhead for a rinse, Jasper’s breathing had deepened, and he’d pressed his forehead to the wall for balance.
Vincent settled his palm against Jasper’s back as he shut off the water, then snagged a towel. He wiped himself dry with a few brisk passes and wrapped the towel around his waist. With a second towel in hand he turned back to Jasper and dried him with the same meticulous attention as he had with washing. When he was satisfied, he helped Jasper out of the shower without removing the blindfold and guided him to the bed.
“Lie back,” he murmured, grabbing the lube as Jasper stretched out on the bed. As much as he liked restraints in general, he left Jasper’s hands free and settled on the bed next to him. The lube he tossed next to the pillow before leaning over and kissing Jasper’s neck. “Comfortable?” he asked softly.
“Uh-huh.”
“Good.” He breathed in the clean scent of skin as he leisurely kissed and nibbled his way down and across Jasper’s chest. “You don’t need permission to come today. The only rule is that you tell me when you’re getting close,” he said, pausing at a nipple to tease it into a hard nub with his teeth.
Jasper arched beneath him with a moan, his hand lifting from the bed as if to grab on to Vincent before he forced it back down.
“Understand?”
He swallowed twice before he found his voice. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy.” He grasped Jasper’s hand and brought it to his lips, flicking his tongue against his wrist before guiding Jasper’sfingers into his hair. They were both going to enjoy this. There’d be plenty of time to torture Jasper by restraining him and edging him with a blow job some other time. For now he wanted Jasper uninhibited and mindless with pleasure.
He closed his eyes for a moment when Jasper’s fingers curled in a loose grip in his hair, then got back to the task at hand by tormenting both nipples. Once they were hard and pinked, he continued down past Jasper’s stomach. Something dangerously close to excitement fluttered in his gut as he moved lower. He’d wanted to taste Jasper since they’d signed their first contract.
The last man he’d properly had his mouth on was Adam, who indulged in enough wine and whiskey and the occasional expensive cigar that giving him a blow job had never been as pleasant as it could have been. But Vincent enjoyed the act itself too much to give it up entirely. Some in the community thought a Dom should never be on his knees, but Vincent would never deny his own pleasures to cater to asinine opinions.
He slipped a hand between Jasper’s legs and pressed his fingers into a thigh, his mouth nearing Jasper’s cock and hovering there with his lips barely touching it. Above him Jasper sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers flexing tighter in Vincent’s hair, a tremor running through his body as he aborted an instinctive thrust.
Vincent settled himself against Jasper’s leg and slid his hand to the opposite hip, then finally gave in to temptation and dragged his tongue along the underside of Jasper’s cock.
Jasper’s moan was lost beneath the sudden white noise rushing through Vincent. Nothing else mattered except for the sharp bite of fingers fisting his hair, the warm flesh beneath his palms, the lingering scent of soap on clean skin, and the salty tang of the first drops of Jasper’s precum. He lost all sense of time as he slowly, methodically traced his tongue over every centimeter of Jasper’s growing erection.
Only when he’d worked his way from base to tip and back again twice did he finally take the head into his mouth. He held it there, closing his eyes as he teased the head and slit with the tip of his tongue.
“Fuck. I’m close. I’m close!”
It took every ounce of willpower to pull his mouth off Jasper before he came, but he managed. If only with a bit of help from Jasper’s insistent tugging on his hair. He dropped his forehead to Jasper’s stomach and waited for him to catch his breath, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into Jasper’s hips.
“Good?” he asked after a long moment. His voice was already rough, and he hadn’t even gotten to the good parts yet.
“Uh-huh.”
He didn’t waste time with more teasing. He wanted to feel the full weight and length of Jasper’s cock on his tongue and took him into his mouth until he felt pressure against the back of his throat.
Jasper bucked beneath him with a shout, and Vincent hummed around him until he made a strangled gurgling sound. He moved his hand to the base of Jasper’s cock and wrapped his fingers tight around it. He had no intention of letting Jasper come so soon, but he also wasn’t going to pull off again until he was satisfied. He had a feeling that meant Jasper would be getting off sooner than he liked, so it was a good thing Jasper was still young enough to have a shorter refractory period.
He swallowed and flexed his tongue, relishing the noises Jasper made. The way his thighs and stomach tensed as he fought the instinct to push deeper into Vincent’s throat. He settled more of his weight across Jasper’s legs and worked him over like he’d wanted to do for months. He circled his tongue around the entire length and massaged Jasper’s balls with his palm as he tightened and loosened his grip in a slow rhythm.
He cataloged every change in Jasper’s skin with his tongue. The lines of his veins and the dips and curves of his flesh. The salty tang of him grew stronger every minute, and Vincent knew neither of them would last much longer. As much as he wanted to draw this out, he wanted to taste Jasper more, and getting the first orgasm out of the way would make it easier to indulge in the next steps.
Jasper jerked beneath him with a gasping moan, and Vincent paused before carefully repeating his last movements. He swallowed as he slowly dragged his lips up until the head of Jasper’s cock popped out of his throat, and Jasper keened. With a soft growl Vincent settled into the new rhythm as he did that over and over again, until Jasper’s panting turned labored and his limbs moved in a constant restless desperation.
