Vincent’s hand slid to the back of his neck as he leaned over Jasper, his breath hot and quick against Jasper’s cheek. “Make me,” he taunted.
Jasper shuddered, nearly coming from the hot spike of arousal. He struggled harder, more interested in sparking that helplessly trapped sensation again than actually getting free. At least until Vincent growled something and landed a solid smack to Jasper’s ass before shoving his chest against the table again.
He gasped at the sharp bites of pain and pushed onto his toes, though they slid against the floor without giving him any purchase. “Please,” he whimpered. “Please, ow, please let me up.”
Vincent buried himself in Jasper’s ass and stopped moving, yanking Jasper’s arms down and then back to pin against his lower back. He held them there with one hand, Vincent’s other arm sliding beneath Jasper’s shoulders, lifting him up from the table enough to relieve the pressure on the clamps.
Jasper sobbed in relief and went limp, closing his eyes with a moan as Vincent started thrusting again.
“That’s it,” Vincent breathed, his teeth scraping against Jasper’s earlobe. “Are you going to be a good little slut now?” he asked softly.
He’d never thought he’d like to be called a slut, but he couldn’t help his deep groan from Vincent calling him one. His body clenched with pleasure, and they both moaned at the added friction.
“More,” he begged, his eyes rolling back as Vincent immediately picked up the pace. The table legs skidded against the floor with every thrust, and Jasper was helpless to do more than tip his head back and take it.
Vincent released Jasper’s wrists and slid his palm over Jasper’s stomach. He hardly had time to process the sensation before Vincent ordered, “Time to come like a good little slut,” and pulled the clamps off Jasper’s nipples.
Jasper screamed as he came, his orgasm crashing through him on a white-hot wave of pain and pleasure. It left behind an intense, tingling warmth as he collapsed to the table, chest heaving between soft whines he couldn’t stop for the life of him.
Vincent grunted against Jasper’s neck, shuddering against him as he came, ragged breaths washing over Jasper’s too-hot flesh.
A deep-seated curl of contentment threaded through his entire body, leaving him utterly satiated and floaty. The world went soft around the edges, and pleasure and exhaustion sank deep into every inch of him.
He was vaguely aware of Vincent cleaning him off, of being pulled upright and walking, but all he could really focus on was the warmth as he curled into Vincent’s chest. Vincent smelled like his cologne, a nice sandalwood scent that wasn’t too strong, and faintly like sweat and sex.
He didn’t mean to fall asleep, but he was warm and comfortable despite the ache in his nipples. As he drifted off, he couldn’t help hoping Vincent would want to explore pinning him down some more.
THEY WEREon the couch when Jasper woke up, with Vincent serving as a full-body pillow. It was nice, though he still felt floaty. Like he wasn’t fully there. That should have worried him, but it wasn’t like he didn’t trust Vincent. He couldn’t remember why it should worry him that he was more interested in sleep than getting up, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
He nuzzled into Vincent’s chest and closed his eyes again, sighing in pleasure when Vincent stroked his hair.
“You awake, pet?” Vincent asked, his voice barely above a whisper. It was rough like he’d been asleep too, and that knowledge ignited a burst of contentment in his chest.
Jasper tried to answer, but his tongue refused to move, so he settled for nodding.
“Do you feel okay?”
He nuzzled into Vincent’s chest as he wiggled his fingers and toes. His nipples still ached, and one of them stung a bit. His ass protested when he shifted his hips, but it wasn’t too painful, so henodded again.
Vincent continued stroking Jasper’s hair. “Hungry?”
If his voice would have worked, he would have whined. As it was, he burrowed closer to Vincent and shook his head. The last thing he wanted was for either of them to move.
“All right.” Vincent curled his fingers in a gentle tug. “We can stay like this.”
Jasper relaxed with a long sigh and let himself drift off again.
AT SOMEpoint, he was vaguely aware of Vincent moving and whispering something about dinner, but it wasn’t important enough for him to get up.
IT WASearly in the evening when he finally woke up and felt more like himself again. He was still on the couch, covered by a blanket, but Vincent was gone. He could hear him nearby, though, which was good enough. There was a cold bottle of water on top of the blanket, and he pushed himself up to guzzle most of it.
Dinner smelled good. The scent of cooking garlic made his mouth water and his stomach growl. He pushed onto his knees and crossed his arms over the back of the couch to watch Vincent cook. The movement made him fully aware of the twinge in his ass, and he winced, unable to stop the groan, but the discomfort was totally worth it.
“Finally awake?” Vincent asked, glancing over his shoulder.
“Yes, Sir,” he said, pushing up farther on his knees when Vincent set his skillet aside and moved around the kitchen island towards him.
Vincent obliged him when he tilted his head back for a kiss. “How do you feel?”
