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VINCENT RETURNED to the chest for lube and a condom, eyeing the numerous clamps and gags. The clamps were tempting, but he decided not to risk overwhelming Jasper his first time in a scene.

He closed the chest, grabbed a latex-free glove from the wall dispenser, and deposited everything on the table. Then he stepped behind Jasper’s chair and tipped it back, biting back a laugh as Jasper gave an undignified yelp. He gripped both sides of the chair and dragged it towards the table and sofa, turning it before setting it on all fours again.

He sat on the edge of the table, raising an eyebrow at Jasper’s glare. “Problem, brat?”

Jasper raised an eyebrow in return before rolling his eyes and shifting against his restraints. “No,” he replied. “Sir.”

“Good.” Vincent pulled the glove on and popped the lube open before coating his fingers, aware of Jasper’s eager stare. He tilted his head, waiting to see if he had anything to say. When Jasper remained silent, Vincent leaned forward, braced his ungloved hand on the chair, and sealed his lips around Jasper’s nipple without preamble.

Jasper arched with a groan. It turned into a hissed curse when Vincent bit into the sensitive flesh, and he regretted not grabbing the clamps.

Vincent hummed, tugging at the nipple with his teeth and rubbing his fingers against Jasper’s entrance at the same time.

The sound Jasper made was somewhere between a whimper and a sob, and he alternated between fighting against his restraints and slumping in defeat.

Vincent moved his lips to the other nipple, circling it with his tongue until it hardened. When he sucked it into his mouth, he pressed a finger into Jasper, enjoying the drawn-out groan as it rumbled through his chest. He sank his teeth into Jasper’s nipple again, hard enough to make Jasper’s entire body jerk, before letting go and sitting back.

Vincent moved his hand from the chair to Jasper’s thigh, taking in the sight of him—flushed, exposed, and panting. “How’s it feel?” he asked, pushing his finger in until his knuckles settled against Jasper’s ass.

Jasper struggled against the restraints again before looking away. “Get on with it,” he murmured, his ears pink.

Vincent tsked and curled his finger a bit. “That wasn’t an answer.”

Jasper whined and managed a weak glare, though it looked more like he was trying to cover a pout. “Would feel better if you got on with it.”

“I know it would.” Vincent pulled his finger out and absently fondled Jasper’s balls instead. “But I can do this all night without breaking a sweat. Keep being a brat and I will.”

Jasper grumbled something that sounded like “Fucker” as he looked away again. He licked his lips and let out a slow breath. “Feels good.”

Vincent hummed in approval. He added more lube and a second finger when he pressed in again. “How long’s it been since you were taken care of?” he asked. Surely Jasper had a boyfriend or girlfriend somewhere. He’d been almost infuriatingly responsive so far. In the way that made Vincent want to seek out every single one of Jasper’s buttons and push them until he begged for mercy.

“None of your business,” Jasper said through clenched teeth. “Sir.” He looked like he was trying hard to keep quiet.

“Fair enough,” Vincent replied, flexing his fingers.

Jasper turned his head with a soft whimper, trying and failing to hide his face against the chair.

Vincent contented himself with working his fingers into Jasper. Stretching him. Avoiding his prostate and the pleasure it would bring. With his other hand, he explored Jasper’s body, sliding over a straining thigh and the taut muscles of his stomach.

He brushed his palm over the swollen, leaking head of Jasper’s arousal, just enough to draw a shuddering gasp out of Jasper before moving away. Up his chest. Curling lightly around his throat and feeling the quick pulse beneath.

“Are you enjoying this?” he asked, tracing his thumb over Jasper’s lip.

“You call this foreplay?” Jasper asked, his voice coming out remarkably steady, considering. “Sir?”

Vincent snorted softly at the pointed delays in the “Sirs.” Jasper’s future Dom was going to have their hands full breaking him in. “You’re tied up, naked, and completely at my mercy. What would you call it?” he asked. “Pet?”

He noticed Jasper’s expression shift, but didn’t give the brat time to figure out if he liked the pet name or not. He pressed his fingers deeper, finding the spot he’d been avoiding.

The response was instant and glorious: Jasper’s eyes widened as his body arched as much as the restraints allowed, his mouth open on a gasp that didn’t quite escape his throat.

Vincent hummed, ignoring the way his pants felt tighter. He drew his fingers out, let Jasper take a single, shuddering breath, then pushed them back in to hit the same spot.

This time Jasper choked on a groan, shifting his hips to try and drive Vincent’s fingers in deeper. His eyes squeezed shut as Vincent continued moving his fingers. Drawing out slowly, then shoving back in with a quick thrust, ensuring he pressed nice and hard, and repeating.

Over. And over. And over.

Vincent didn’t stop until Jasper let out a choked sob, tears of frustration in the corners of his eyes.

“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 with 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.