Jasper stared at the sheets as he gripped them tighter. “I came without permission.”
That was true enough, though he hadn’t realized that had become their habit. “You did.”
Apparently that was a bigger issue than he thought, because Jasper made a soft sound of frustration. “Shouldn’t you punish me or something?”
Vincent tilted his head as he considered, tugging Jasper closer and getting comfortable. “If you want to add punishments to the contract, that can be done. But I didn’t say you weren’t allowed to come. I said if you didn’t, I’d reward you in the morning.”
Jasper inched closer until he could lie down with his head on Vincent’s pillow. “You’re not mad?” he asked, his fingers twisting Vincent’s shirt.
“No.” He almost asked why he would be but held his tongue. Instead he said, “You were amazing tonight.”
With a soft sigh, Jasper pressed his face into Vincent’s chest. After a moment he asked, “Sooo, does that mean I still get a reward?”
Vincent snorted and pressed a quick kiss against Jasper’s hair. “No.” He leaned back far enough to turn off the light before settling an arm over Jasper’s side.
“What was the reward?”
“Maybe next time you’ll earn it and find out.”
“Jerk,” Jasper grumbled.
Vincent pinched Jasper’s ass, smirking at the sharp yelp it caused. “Go to sleep, brat.”
DESPITE WHAThe’d said, it was difficult to resist rewarding Jasper. Especially when Vincent woke to a hand pressed against his morning erection. But rewarding Jasper for submitting was a slippery slope he couldn’t let himself get near.
Jasper nuzzled into Vincent’s neck, pressing a warm kiss there as he wiggled his fingers.
“Someone’s feeling frisky,” he murmured, trying to hang on to a thread of sleep.
“Of course I am. It’s Sunday.”
Vincent tried to follow that logic, but he wasn’t awake enough yet. “And?”
Jasper huffed and grazed his teeth against Vincent’s neck, lips curving into a grin when Vincent couldn’t contain a soft moan. And then he did it again like the brat he was. “We haven’t had sex in a week.”
“Was that in the contract? Weekly sex?” he asked, stifling a yawn against Jasper’s hair.
Jasper tightened his fingers against Vincent. “Yes,” he said, a hint of a growl in his voice. “Once a week, bare minimum.”
That might have been more amusing if the growl weren’t such a turn-on. He let out a soft groan, finally giving up on sleep and shifting to find the lube and condoms. Once in hand, he tossed both to Jasper. He raised an eyebrow when Jasper stared at them. “Well?”
With a grumble, Jasper picked up the lube. “Why do you like watching me do this?”
“Because you haven’t told me to stop.”
Jasper glanced up, a frown tugging at his lips. He started to say something but seemingly decided against it. He stared at the lube in his hands as a flush crept into his cheeks. “How do you want me?”
Vincent reached for Jasper’s leg and tugged until Jasper was facing him with his back to the foot of the bed. “However you like. So long as I can see.”
“Such a—” Jasper muttered under his breath. He flopped onto his back, lying there a moment before popping the lube open.
“Such a…?” Vincent asked, amused. Jasper censoring himself was new enough to be intriguing. He sat up a bit and tugged Jasper’s leg onto his chest to massage his ankle.
Jasper’s foot twitched, but he didn’t pull away. “Do you have a foot fetish too?”
“No. Do you?” He pressed his thumb into Jasper’s heel, his lips twitching when Jasper moaned. “Maybe a little?”
Jasper grumbled under his breath, shooting a disgruntled frown at Vincent as he finally squeezed out some lube and got to work.
