“Please,” Jasper gasped.
Vincent let his fingers go still inside Jasper. “Please what, pet?” he asked, cupping Jasper’s cheek with his other hand. He pressed his thumb against Jasper’s lower lip, swollen from where Jasper had bitten down on it.
“Please let me.”
“Let you what?” Vincent asked. “I’m not stopping you from doing anything.” He raked his eyes over Jasper, thoroughly enjoying the sight: a warm, healthy flush in his limbs, neglected erection hard and steadily leaking, precum smeared against his stomach.
Jasper whimpered again, breaths hot and quick against Vincent’s thumb. “You can fuck me. Please, just—”
Vincent pressed his thumb against Jasper’s lips to stop him. “I didn’t ask to fuck you, so that’s off the table,” he said firmly. Christ, this brat was worse than any overeager sub he’d ever met. He refused to think how much trouble Jasper could end up in by playing with the wrong people.
He pulled both his hands away from Jasper and sat back, ignoring the frustrated whimper. “Now that you’re sufficiently aroused,” he said dryly, chuckling at the lovely flush that spread across Jasper’s nose, “why don’t you tell me what you want? And I suggest you be specific.”
Jasper remained silent for a moment, finally licking his lips and glancing up at Vincent. “You said you would suck me off.”
Vincent raised an eyebrow, keeping his expression neutral. “Did I?”
Jasper pressed his lips together in a frown. “You said you might.”
“I did say that,” Vincent agreed, enjoying the way Jasper squirmed when the silence stretched between them.
“Will you?”
“Will I what?”
“You know what,” Jasper snapped.
“Do I?” Vincent couldn’t help but rile Jasper up, especially since he was such a brat. He was quite a sight when flustered and aroused. And completely helpless to do anything about it.
Jasper glared at him, his throat working and muscles shifting as he strained against the straps holding his legs apart.
Vincent chuckled. “Is that what you want? For me to untie you? Let you go back to your friends like… that?” he asked, motioning between Jasper’s legs. “Flushed and hard and in desperate need of release?”
Jasper stilled and turned his head away. “No,” he whispered.
“Then you want to sit here while I admire every inch of you?” Vincent asked. “Not that I mind. I’m a voyeur, and you’re quite the sight. All hot and bothered. Hole twitching, in need of something to grab on to.”
Jasper made a strangled sound and turned scarlet, though his dick certainly enjoyed the visual.
Vincent hummed and lowered his voice. “You like hearing how good you look? I’d frame a picture of you right now and hang it near the entrance. Let everyone see the amazing little pet I found.”
“You wouldn’t,” Jasper said, breathless.
“I would. If you’d let me,” Vincent replied. “You don’t know half the things I would do to you given the chance,” he purred.
Jasper licked his lips and tilted his head enough to eye Vincent from the beneath his lashes. “Like sucking me off?”
“Is that what you want?”
Jasper nodded.
Vincent raised an eyebrow as he waited a moment. When Jasper didn’t take the hint, hetsked softly. “Then say it. I want to hear you say exactly what you want.”
Jasper swallowed, closing his eyes as he took a breath. “I want you to suck me off. Sir.”
Vincent nodded in approval and leaned forward. He grasped Jasper’s chin, holding him in place and pressing their lips together. He took his time deepening the kiss, exploring Jasper’s mouth for a few leisurely moments before pulling back.
“And is that all you want, pet?” he asked, trailing a line of wet kisses down Jasper’s throat. He took pity on him when all Jasper could do was make a strangled sound in reply. “What am I supposed to do with my hands?”
