Jasper let out a soft humorless laugh. “Yeah. Basically.” And then he proved to be a master at changing the topic of conversation with, “Soooo, what’s in the box?”
And Vincent wasn’t heartless enough not to allow it. “Are you alone?”
There were a few moments of silence and the sound of a door closing. “I am now.”
“Where are you?”
“My room.”
“Good. Strip.”
Jasper’s breath caught, and Vincent was sure he’d tossed the phone on his bed. After a few curses and the sound of something being knocked to the floor, he was back. “Done.”
Vincent chuckled. “Put me on speaker and open it.” He stood and flipped the lock to his office, listening to the faint sound of the box opening and the rustling of paper.
“What the—Seriously?”
“Do you not like them?”
“I….” Jasper’s voice grew louder as he moved closer to the phone. “You want me to use these?”
“Can you handle it?” Vincent asked.
Jasper snorted. “I think I can handle a dildo and a plug, Sir.”
“Get to it, then.”
There was a beat of silence. “Now?”
“Problem?”
“No, but… is this basically phone sex?”
“Yes. First time?”
“Yeah.”
Vincent chuckled. “There’s lube in there too. Get comfortable and then coat your fingers.”
“Are you going to walk me through prepping myself too?” Jasper asked cheekily.
Vincent snorted. Jasper was lucky he wasn’t there to smack his ass. “Do you need me to?”
“No. But I like listening to your voice,” Jasper replied quietly, and Vincent could easily imagine the flush in his cheeks.
“Is that so,” Vincent purred, pitching his voice lower. And was rewarded by Jasper’s soft moan. “Are you ready yet?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Are you on your back?”
“On my knees. With my arm on my pillow.”
Vincent leaned back in his chair as he pictured it. “Press a finger in.” He closed his eyes as Jasper gasped, and gave him a moment to adjust. “Tell me how it feels.”
“Awkward,” Jasper murmured, the sound of movement on the bed following. He let out a soft grunt. “Ass doesn’t sting anymore at least.”
“I’ll make it last longer next time.”
