Vincent kept hold of Jasper’s ankle as he watched, sliding his other palm against the inside of Jasper’s thigh. “Good boy.”
“Because I have my fingers up my ass?”
Vincent raised an eyebrow. “Having my fingers there instead is more praiseworthy?”
“You’re so weird,” Jasper scoffed, adding more lube to his fingers.
“Outside of last night, I think everything we’ve done so far has been rather tame. And I did warn you I was a voyeur.” If Jasper thought this was weird, Vincent needed to decide if it’d be better to go slower or to hurry and give Jasper a taste of what the future could hold.
He slid his hand up to join Jasper’s and pressed a finger inside between Jasper’s two. “If it bothers you so much, you know how to stop.”
Jasper failed to completely stifle his moan, his foot twitching in Vincent’s grasp as he pushed into the extra finger.
Vincent held his finger still as Jasper moved his own, content to watch him squirm as his cock stiffened. Eventually he pulled his finger out. “Fetch me a belt from the closet,” he said, blinking at the way Jasper immediately froze.
Jasper tugged his foot free and pushed up onto his elbows with a wary expression. “Why?”
“I was going to restrain you with it, but I can use something else.” When Jasper’s shoulders relaxed at that, he asked, “Tie or handcuffs?”
“Tie,” Jasper said, rolling off the bed.
Vincent pointed him to the drawer with his ties and propped himself up against the pillows. He took the tie Jasper had picked out, trading the condom for it.
Jasper gave a dramatic roll of his eyes and climbed into Vincent’s lap with a huff. “Do I have to do everything?” he asked, ripping the condom open. Then he hesitated, fingers hovering at Vincent’s waist.
Belatedly, Vincent realized this was the first time Jasper had been in such a position with him. “Do you not want to?” he asked, resting his hands on Jasper’s knees.
Jasper glanced up, lips parting like he was going to say something, then changed his mind again. After a moment, he visibly steeled himself. “I’ll do it,” he muttered and tugged Vincent’s sweats down.
Before he could pinpoint what was bothering him, Vincent caught Jasper’s wrist and secured one end of the tie around his forearm. The marks from last night were long gone, but maybe he’d reapply them soon. “Hands behind your back.”
“I thought I was doing all your work for you.”
“I changed my mind,” he said, tugging Jasper’s arm into place with the tie. It was easy enough to restrain him—Jasper seemed wired for any kind of submission—and the way he finally relaxed when he couldn’t use his arms settled the flicker of concern in Vincent’s chest. “Better?” he asked, trailing his fingers up Jasper’s biceps and down his sides.
Jasper’s answer was a wordless grunt and renewed erection.
Vincent fought a satisfied smirk and found the discarded condom. Once it was in place and lubed up, he settled against the pillows with his hands resting on Jasper’s hips. A couple of tugs got Jasper inching forward on his knees, and then he was lowering himself onto Vincent. In this position, Vincent had a perfect angle to sit back and enjoy the view.
And what a view it was.
The hint of teeth on Jasper’s lower lip. The warm flush spreading across his light brown skin. The strain of his thighs and stomach as he balanced himself without his hands. The way the crease between his brows finally smoothed out when he was fully seated on Vincent’s cock….
Jasper let out a shaky breath as he shifted, curling forward with a groan when Vincent’s fingers found a nipple and pinched. “Fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth.
Vincent slid his other hand up so he could properly torment Jasper with both hands. The way Jasper struggled and the tortured sounds he made went straight to Vincent’s dick. Nothing else was needed for all the banked arousal from last night to spark and ignite.
“Get moving,” he growled, his voice thicker than he’d expected it to be.
Obedient as always, Jasper shifted his knees. He ducked his head as he leaned forward and lifted his hips, effectively hiding his face.
That wouldn’t do at all.
Vincent gripped Jasper’s hair and forced his head up enough to get the view back.
Jasper’s soft sound of protest dissolved into a deep groan. He leaned forward more as his hips sank down again, his eyes rolling back,either from the pressure on his hair or in his ass, Vincent wasn’t sure. Not that it mattered. A few moments later, Jasper was using Vincent’s hands on him as leverage, riding Vincent with abandon.
“H-harder,” Jasper gasped, fighting Vincent’s grip on his hair like he intended to pull it out by the roots.
