Hetsked and rubbed his thumb over the leaking tip. “Don’t you want to come, pet?”
Jasper whined in frustration and reached for his cock, but Vincent caught his wrist and pinned it to the bed.
“I didn’t say you could touch yourself.”
“Please,” Jasper whispered. “Please, please let me come, please, Sir,” he said, his voice breaking on a sob, and then another as tears filled his eyes and spilled over.
There it was. He was only a little surprised Jasper hadn’t tapped out. He kissed away the tears with a soft, “Shh, pet. Deep breath and I’ll let you come.” He waited for Jasper to take a cleansing breath before he started stroking again, tight, quick strokes from base to tip, twisting against the head, then stroking tip to base.
Jasper choked on a groan and gripped Vincent’s shoulders, thrusting into his hand twice and throwing his head back with a loud moan as he came, and came, and came some more, shuddering through an orgasm that seemed to last an endless minute until he slumped bonelessly to the bed, gasping for air.
“Good boy,” Vincent murmured, pressing a few kisses to Jasper’s cheek and forehead, brushing his other hand through the hair at his temple. He leaned back far enough to grab more tissues, cleaning Jasper up then pulling him close. “All right, pet?” he asked softly.
Jasper made a sound that was close to an “Uh-huh.”
Vincent got the covers over them, reaching back to turn off the light. “Is your alarm set?”
Jasper nodded and burrowed into Vincent’s chest. “Stay?” he whispered.
“I’m not going anywhere, pet.”
Jasper noticeably relaxed, and Vincent tightened his hold on him, rubbing a hand against his back. “You were perfect, pet,” he murmured, pretending not to notice the hitch in Jasper’s breathing or the dampness seeping into his shirt. “Absolutely perfect.”
And beautiful in his submission, as always.
Jasper sniffed and took several slow breaths. After a long moment, he said, “I guess that wasn’t so bad.”
“Glad to hear it,” Vincent replied with a soft breath of amusement. “But take a few days to decide if we’re adding punishments to the table.”
“Okay.” Jasper yawned against Vincent’s shoulder. “Good night, Sir.”
“Sleep well, pet.”
WHEN MORNINGcame, alarms screeched, doors opened and banged shut, toilets flushed, and showers ran. Keith shouted for Reiko to shut off her alarm, which was getting louder by the second. Terrance yelled up the stairs that breakfast was nearly ready.
Vincent groaned and rolled over, burying his head under the pillow. How the fuck did Jasper deal with this every day? He preferred his mornings to be late and quiet.
“Sorry they’re so loud, Sir,” Jasper mumbled, still half asleep. He curled closer, fingers and arm warm where they settled on the back of Vincent’s neck and across his shoulders.
Vincent grunted and tried to fall back asleep, but it was no use. Especially when there was a knock on the door.
“Jasper. Breakfast,” Keith called. There were a few moments of silence, then, “Vincent, you can join us too.”
Vincent sighed, removing the pillow and cracking his eyes open to find Jasper watching him. “What time is your class?”
“Nine.”
Vincent sighed again, rolling onto his back. A quick glance at the clock said it was barely past six, but there was no point in trying to get back to sleep now. “Get ready, then. You need a shower.”
“And whose fault is that?”
“Yours,” he replied as he dressed in yesterday’s clothes. He shot Jasper an annoyed glare when a pillow hit his head, ignoring the laughter that followed as he headed downstairs.
Terrance looked up from the stove when Vincent trudged into the kitchen. “Sleep well?” he asked with a grin.
He managed a soft grunt as he eyed the coffee maker. There were only some dregs of liquid left, but it was hissing and spitting as it brewed a fresh pot.
Terrance snickered. “I forgot you were a nightmare when you had a morning class.”
