Jasper continued staring at the ceiling in the dark, waiting for his limbs to cooperate again.
He finally found the strength to roll over and grope around until he got an arm over Vincent’s stomach and curled into his side. “Night, Sir,” he murmured. “Thank you.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
SLEEP WASa long time coming for Vincent, but he didn’t mind. Especially not when Jasper was a warm, relaxed, softly snoring mound of flesh beside him. The brat was actually cute when he wasn’t running at the mouth. The way sleep softened the edges of his sharp angles, and the closed eyes that hid the wary uncertainty that lived inside them.
Vincent may have suspected Jasper had deeper depths, but he still wasn’t prepared for how easily Jasper surrendered and submitted himself.
Or the intensity of his own reactions.
It didn’t help that Jasper responded as well to a spanking as he did to a kiss or a caress. As if he instinctively sought any and all attention, like a plant seeking sunlight. And the way he gave himself over to the scene, like he didn’t know how to hold part of himself back. Completely unafraid to experience what Vincent had to offer in full.
Vincent had been like that, once upon a time. Now he tried to hold parts of himself back, even when the oxytocin flooding his system was screaming at him to collar Jasper and keep him forever.
He rubbed his eyes with a harsh sigh.
This was all such a bad, bad idea, but it was far too late now. He’d had a taste, and he wanted more. Much more. He wanted to find the edges of Jasper’s limits. Wanted to see his expression when he was lost in both excruciating pleasure and sweet pain. Wanted Jasper’s body as a canvas for the flogger of Vincent’s dominion.
Fuck.
Fuck.
He wasn’t young enough to wax poetic. And too old to be imagining an impossible future with a young man who hadn’t even learned to kink-swim yet. Given a couple of years, Jasper would be able to hook any Dom he wanted. And Vincent was petty enough to enjoy knowing not even half of them would be able to satisfy the damn brat.
“Jasper,” he whispered.
Jasper made a soft sound in his sleep and nuzzled closer, cutting Vincent off from continuing. Not that he knew what he would have said anyway.
He breathed a sigh into Jasper’s hair instead and closed his eyes.
VINCENT WOKEwhile it was still dark, with a raging hard-on and a lingering dream involving Jasper and tentacles. He scrubbed both hands against his face with a groan. Christ. Jasper was affecting him in all the wrong ways.
His only consolation was that Jasper affected him in all the right ways too.
The cause of his torment was stretched out on his stomach, an arm thrown over Vincent’s chest. The covers had ridden down enough that Vincent could make out the curve of Jasper’s ass in the dark.
He groaned again at the sight, reaching into the drawer of his nightstand for lube and a condom, thankful he could at least take care of one of his problems. The rest he’d deal with later. He smeared lube on his fingers, rolled over, and pinned Jasper beneath him, grazing his teeth against Jasper’s sleep-warm shoulder.
Jasper stirred with a soft “Nnngh?” and pushed into Vincent’s probing finger, his eyes fluttering open. “Vinc’t?”
Vincent chuckled, adding a second finger as he nibbled at Jasper’s ear. “I’m going to fuck you, pet,” he growled.
Jasper shuddered and woke a bit more. “Oh. Yes, Sir,” he gasped, gripping the sheets by his pillow. He spread his legs and hiked up a knee.
Vincent took it as the eager acceptance it was. He pulled away long enough to get the condom on and lubed up, then stretched out against Jasper’s back. The tentacle dream still clung to him, and he couldn’t help but indulge the fantasy. Jasper would look good with tendrils of color coiled around his arms and legs. Held open and at Vincent’s mercy, like when he’d been tied to the chair.
He pressed his face into blond hair, breathing in the lingering scent of his own shampoo as he rubbed himself between Jasper’s asscheeks.Apparently finally having sex told Vincent’s body to make up for lost time, rather than simply scratching the itch. Another thing to deal with later.
He nudged his knee in behind Jasper’s and reached down to guide himself in.
Jasper moaned and rocked to meet him, his body pliant with sleep. “So good,” he breathed, his eyes closing again.
Vincent buried himself balls-deep and held there, lying on top of Jasper and slowly grinding into him. His hands slid to Jasper’s wrists, pinning them and relishing the helpless sound it earned. “Good boy,” he murmured, then kissed across the back of Jasper’s neck. He didn’t need much to get off with the heat of the dream still coursing through him. His imagination and Jasper’s eagerness did the rest. He muffled his grunt in Jasper’s hair as he came, still doing little more than grinding into him.
Jasper sighed and slumped into his pillow, already fast asleep again.
Vincent stayed where he was, buried inside him, and breathed in the scents of Jasper, sweat, and sex. Eventually he pulled away, tossed the condom to the floor to deal with later, and went back to sleep.
