Jasper’s fingers on his cheek brought him back to the moment, and he glanced up, tilting his head to nip at Jasper’s palm. “Hands above your head.”
Jasper blinked, a soft whine escaping him as he obeyed. “I’ll be good….”
Vincent moved up the bed with an amused snort. “Oh, have you been bad?”
There was a profound silence as Vincent found the smaller cuffs near the corners of the bed. He secured one around Jasper’s wrist before glancing down.
Jasper’s face was flushed with more than arousal, his bottom lip nearly white between his teeth.
“Pet?”
Jasper sucked in a sharp breath, lifted his eyes up briefly to meet Vincent’s, but then he quickly closed them. “I’ve… been very bad, Sir.”
That was certainly news to him, but he’d bite. “Oh?” he asked, stroking his fingers along Jasper’s other wrist as he secured it as well. That done, he sat up on his knees to take in the full sight of Jasper, bound and naked and splayed open for the taking. He snaggeda pillow and put it beneath Jasper’s hips, then settled his hands on Jasper’s inner thighs, circling his thumb against his exposed hole.
When there was still no answer forthcoming, he prompted, “How so?”
Jasper swallowed hard enough his throat clicked. He shifted, tugging against his restraints as he squirmed. “I’ve been… thinking about you,” he finally said. “Imagining you naked.” He cracked his eyes open and briefly met Vincent’s eyes before lowering his gaze somewhere near Vincent’s chest. “Getting my hands and lips on every inch of you.”
Vincent let out a slow breath, trying to ignore how much those words affected him, knowing Jasper had seen his scars and yet somehow sounded eager to touch him. “What else?” he asked, hating the hoarseness of his voice.
Jasper whined and tugged harder at his restraints, turning his head and pressing his face into his arm. “Thinking of being with you, Sir. All the time,” he whispered. “You’re all I can think about when I’m away from you. When I’m in class, all I want is for it to be Friday so I can see you again.”
He let out a shuddering breath, trying to press his face farther into his arm, but the restraints kept him from hiding completely. “Sunday is the worst day of my week, because I know we have to say goodbye, and all I want is to be yours. Every day.”
Vincent focused on breathing, telling himself that wasn’t a declaration of love. It couldn’t be, considering they’d only known each other for a few weeks. But the fact Jasper felt the pull to be together as strongly as he did? It was both gratifying and terrifying, and he wasn’t about to miss out on seeing where this could go.
He slid a hand up Jasper’s chest and into his hair, forcing him to stop trying to hide and meet his gaze. “You’re mine,” he said firmly, dragging his thumb across Jasper’s lips before following with his own.
Jasper’s whimper was full of relief, echoed in the way his entire body relaxed as he opened to the kiss. “Yours, Sir.” He sighed when they broke apart, lifting his head to press his nose against Vincent’s cheek. He fell back with a grin and gave a full-body wiggle. “Now claim me.”
“So demanding,” Vincent murmured, catching Jasper’s lips again even as he got the lube open with one hand. He sat back to get his fingers coated, working one and then two fingers into Jasper. He took his timeadding a third, content to watch Jasper’s spiral into pleasure. It didn’t take long—it rarely did—and he hummed in appreciation when Jasper used the restraints for leverage to match the rhythm of Vincent’s fingers. “Christ, you’re perfect,” he whispered.
Jasper’s breath hitched, either from Vincent’s words or the sudden loss of Vincent’s fingers inside him as he got the condom open and rolled into place. “Yes,” he groaned, “fucking finally.”
Vincent snorted and lined himself up. “Oh, is this what you wanted?” he asked as he pressed inside.
Jasper tossed his head back with a hissed, “Yes.”
Vincent had to pause as he pushed into Jasper’s heat, his arousal making itself known with a visceral intensity that stole his breath. “Fuck,” he hissed, unable to stop his hips from slamming the rest of the way home.
He had a brief moment of worry that he’d moved too fast, but Jasper keened, his eyes popping open to stare at Vincent with a rushed out, “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
Vincent gripped Jasper’s hips and gave up any thought of going slow or being gentle. For several hard, quick thrusts at least, until he careened towards the edge of bliss and managed to haul himself back. He slowed his thrusts despite Jasper’s incoherent protests, peeling his fingers away from the start of bruises he’d left and sliding a hand up Jasper’s chest instead. He swiped his thumb over Jasper’s nipple, enjoying the full-body shiver it earned.
Jasper flexed his wrists against the restraints with a devastated whine. “Vinc—Siiiirrrr.”
The near slip of his name made him chuckle. “Yes, pet?” he asked, leaning over and dragging his nose up the side of Jasper’s throat.
“Please stop being a dick and fuck me,” Jasper gasped, straining against the thigh restraints enough Vincent worried he might hurt himself.
He slid his hand up to rest on Jasper’s throat, pressing his other palm to Jasper’s thigh, retracing the path of his nose with his tongue. When he pulled back, Jasper had taken the hint and gone still, breaths quick but deep as he stared up at Vincent. Much better.
“You’re mine,” he said softly, voice firm. He raised an eyebrow when Jasper didn’t respond, felt the movement of his throat as he swallowed.
“Yes, Sir,” Jasper whispered.
Vincent hummed softly in approval and leaned down again, tracing the same path up Jasper’s throat, this time with his teeth. When he reached Jasper’s ear, he bit lightly on the lobe. “Then stop fighting, and give me a color.”
