Vincent looked down to watch as Jasper circled his own nipple, absently rubbing his fingertip in a small circle against Jasper’s tongue. “Pinch,” he ordered.
Jasper sucked in a sharp breath through his nose as he obeyed.
With a softtsk, Vincent tapped Jasper’s tongue. “Harder, pet,” he said. This time Jasper’s body jerked, and he tried to turn his head away with a moan. Vincent tightened his grip on Jasper’s jaw. “You can do better than that.”
Jasper whined, but he pinched himself again, squirming on the bed as his breathing turned ragged.
“Like this,” Vincent murmured, pulling his finger free of the wet heat, dragging it down Jasper’s chin and chest to his nipple. He circled it twice with lazy flicks of his finger, then pinched it tight with a sharp tug. He hummed when Jasper arched off the bed with a gasp. “Better,” he said, brushing Jasper’s fingers away so he could provide the other nipple with the same treatment. Then he shifted down far enough to get his lips around the first one, swirling his tongue a few times until it hardened completely, then sank his teeth into the sensitive flesh.
Jasper let out a choked cry and buried his fingers in Vincent’s hair. “Fuck,” he hissed.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered, “and remember not to come.”
Jasper whined and tugged on Vincent’s hair before releasing his grip. His hand hesitated near his stomach, fingers twitching as they continued lower.
Vincent bit each nipple again, then pulled back to watch Jasper stroke himself, eyes fixated on the sight of his long golden fingers stroking over his hard and leaking cock. “Good,” he said, his voice rough, pressing two fingers into Jasper’s mouth this time. He rubbed Jasper’s tongue between them in time to Jasper’s strokes, the slick sound of his hand moving over flesh filling the spaces betweenhis ragged breaths. He was captivated by the spreading flush and darkening eyes and soft moans that grew more and more desperate.
“Close?” he asked after several minutes, grazing his teeth against Jasper’s ear.
Jasper’s whimpering sound of affirmation almost made Vincent go easy on him. But a punishment was a punishment, even if it was a trial run. He wouldn’t be doing Jasper any favors by relenting early, and he wouldn’t do him that kind of disservice.
“Both hands above your head,” Vincent ordered, pulling his fingers free and grabbing the condom and lube. He settled himself between Jasper’s thighs as he got the condom in place, and then he coated two fingers and pressed them inside for a quick, proprietary prep. Enough to prevent injury. He smeared the rest over himself, then gripped Jasper beneath each knee, pushing his legs up and over Vincent’s shoulders.
Jasper tossed his head back with a hiss as Vincent slowly pressed inside, his fingers twisting in the pillowcase with enough force it was a wonder it didn’t rip.
With a groan, he seated himself fully in the nearly-too-tight heat of Jasper’s ass. He turned his head and sucked a bruise into Jasper’s thigh, grinding his hips forward to coax a continuous stream of gasps and choked-off moans.
“Sir! I’m gonna—”
“No,” Vincent said, giving Jasper’s balls a rough tug, making him twist with a sharp cry. “You’re going to be a good boy for me, aren’t you?” he asked with a gentler squeeze to his balls.
Jasper shuddered and nodded, his chest heaving with uneven breaths.
“Good.” Vincent released his hold and wrapped his fingers around the base of Jasper’s dick with a tight grip instead. He shifted to let Jasper’s legs slide off his shoulders and leaned over him, pressing his free hand into the bed near Jasper’s head. He leaned down to trace his tongue over Jasper’s ear. “Good boy,” he whispered, before giving a hard thrust.
“Sir!” Jasper cried, wrapping his arms around Vincent’s shoulders and burying his fingers in his hair.
Vincent didn’t bother scolding him, too focused on keeping a tight grip on Jasper’s cock as he moved, and the bite of Jasper’s grip felt good. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Take it, pet. Such a good boy for me.”
Jasper wrapped himself tighter around Vincent, whimpering into his neck. If this weren’t a punishment, he might have fucked Jasper through an orgasm until he reached a second. Since it was, he focused on his own pleasure. There was no headboard slamming against the wall, but the bedframe squeaked with his thrusts, a counterpoint to the slick sound of their bodies coming together.
“Yours, Sir,” Jasper whispered, a moment before orgasm slammed through Vincent.
His vision whited out, and he let out a breathless grunt, his hips stuttering in their rhythm as he rode out the most intense orgasm he’d had in a while. He stayed stretched over Jasper for a long moment as he caught his breath, then pressed a kiss to Jasper’s temple and pushed upright.
Jasper lay sprawled beneath him, still flushed with need, his stomach coated with enough precum that Vincent would have assumed he’d already come despite the painful-looking erection.
Vincent growled softly in approval, carefully pulling out as he slowly released his grip on Jasper’s cock. “Good boy,” he purred when it merely twitched. He tossed the condom in the trash and cleaned himself up with a tissue before doing the same for Jasper. Then he settled beside him again and grasped Jasper’s jaw, guiding him into a leisurely kiss. He trailed his fingers down Jasper’s chest, over his nipples, to his stomach, dragging them through the fresh mess already forming there and pressing two into Jasper’s mouth.
“Do you think you’ve been good enough to come tonight?” he asked.
Jasper whimpered and sucked hard on Vincent’s fingers, swiping his tongue over every inch of them as if to prove how good he’d been.
Vincent hummed thoughtfully and pulled his fingers away. He dragged them back down Jasper’s body, this time going past the mess and palming his erection. Jasper bucked into his touch as a mantra of soft “Pleases” and “Sirs” fell from his lips.
He squeezed the base of Jasper’s cock and stroked up to the tip. “You can come, pet,” he said, releasing his hold and lightly brushinghis palm down the hot length to give another stroke from base to tip, denying him the downward friction he needed to get off.
Jasper gasped and thrust his hips, trying to fuck into Vincent’s hand, but he loosened his grip each time.
