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Konrad made a pleased sound as saliva pooled in Jasper’s mouth and spilled over his thumb. “There’s a good boy.”

Oh, fuck.

Jasper reeled as the thumb disappeared from his mouth. Konrad wiped away the saliva that had followed it, then grasped the bottom of Jasper’s shirt. “Arms up.”

He obeyed without question. He felt blurry, and Konrad was the only thing in focus.

Konrad slid his hands up Jasper’s chest, stopping just shy of his nipples, openly staring at them. “They’re so hard for me.”

Jasper squirmed against the wall, embarrassed and unbelievably turned on. Konrad moved his hands upward and rubbed both of Jasper’s nipples with his thumbs. “Konrad,” Jasper gasped, his face burning.

“Mm. You’re sensitive.”

Any chance Jasper might have stood of denying it was quickly destroyed as Konrad squeezed them both between his fingers.

“What are you—oh, oh god,” Jasper moaned, dropping his head back against the wall. He made a weak, questioning sound when Konrad dipped his head down, and it turned into a shocked cry as a hot tongue flicked over his nipple. His back arched off the wall and he heard his piercing click against Konrad’s teeth. Konrad still played with the other one using two fingers, squeezing it while he sucked on the one in his mouth.

Jasper might have been hyperventilating. He grabbed the back of Konrad’s head, planning to pull it away from his chest, but he just ended up threading his fingers into Konrad’s hair and clinging to it. He was being more vocal than he’d ever been in his life. Poorly bitten-back moans, needy little whines, noises he barely recognized as his own. Konrad switched sides, sucking Jasper’s other nipple and squeezing the one he’d just abandoned.

“Konrad,” Jasper choked again, the word sticking in his throat. He felt his cock pulse out precome that soaked into his pants.

Whatever sound he made must have drawn Konrad’s attention, as he lifted his head from Jasper’s chest to look down between them. “Look at you, darling.” He grabbed the fabric on each side of Jasper’s crotch and pulled it taut, baring the clear outline of Jasper’s cock, and the spot where the black fabric was darker than the rest. “You’re getting so wet for me.” His words drew another drop of clear fluid that made the dark spot spread further. “Oh, do you like that? Do you like that I can see your big cock leaking for me, Jasper?”

The sound Jasper made could be more easily categorized as a sob than anything else. “Konrad, please.”

“Tell me,” Konrad said, kissing his neck. He worked his way up to Jasper’s ear where he breathed, “Say it for me.”

“Fuck me,” Jasper whispered.

Konrad practically purred. “Good boy. I’m going to take such good care of you.”

Konrad picked him up and stepped away from the wall. Jasper clung to him, his legs latched around Konrad’s waist as he was carried across the hotel room. As soon as Konrad lowered him to the bed, he made quick work of Jasper’s pants, stripping them away along with his socks.

Jasper swallowed as Konrad stared down at him, still standing at the foot of the bed, fully dressed. “I want to see you too.”

Konrad dimmed the lights and loosened his tie. He had only just started to pull the knot free when Jasper sat up on his knees at the end of the bed, pushing Konrad’s hands out of the way to do it himself. Jasper threw it aside and unbuttoned Konrad’s jacket. Then it was onto the vest. His fingers kept slipping as he tried to snatch the buttons open like they’d wronged him personally, when it was truly Konrad to blame for always needing to look so goddamn fancy. His fingers were shaking when he finally opened the last button.

Jasper looked up with a quiet, apologetic laugh. He knew Konrad liked graceful, elegant things, something Jasper was not. Konrad kissed him, shrugging out of the jacket and vest, and when Jasper started unbuttoning his shirt, he was pleased to feel how fast Konrad’s chest rose and fell beneath his hands. Jasper’s own heart beat a little faster with every inch of skin he exposed, button by button. Konrad let the shirt slide down his arms and Jasper broke the kiss to look at him.

“Fuck, Konrad,” he said, his hands charting the same path his eyes made. He combed his fingers through silver chest hair and traced the soft, full curves of Konrad’s pecs. Jasper kind of wanted to suffocate in his chest.

He pressed his tongue against the inside of his lip as he ran his hands down Konrad’s stomach. There was the same silver hair, the same amount of muscle covered in a layer of softness as his chest. His arms, though, were just solid muscle. Jasper wrapped his hand around a thick bicep and squeezed. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

He looked up, halfway expecting Konrad to take control again, bringing Jasper’s exploration of his body to an end, but Konrad only stroked his curls and looked at him with such open affection that Jasper could feel it. His cheeks were red, and Jasper wondered how a man could be so effortlessly dominant one minute and then be flustered by letting Jasper see him. The coexistence of those two sides made Jasper want him so badly it hurt.

Jasper put his hands on Konrad’s belt, and when Konrad nodded, he unbuckled it and then unbuttoned his pants. He didn’t look away from Konrad as he pulled the zipper down. He slid Konrad’s pants down his legs and watched him step out of them, then Konrad removed his watch and let it fall atop the pile of clothes on the floor. Now Konrad wore only his silk boxer briefs and dress socks upheld by sock garters, and Jasper couldn’t help but find the leather straps around Konrad’s calves kind of… slutty. Those were staying on.

He pressed his lips to Konrad’s soft stomach, right above his hip as he worked his underwear down. Konrad shed them and Jasper was presented with his hard, pretty cock. Jasper had never found cause to think of a cock as pretty, but he’d also never wanted one in his mouth this badly. The tip was shiny and slick, and Jasper shuddered with arousal at the sound his hand made as he wrapped it around the head of Konrad’s cock and slowly dragged downward.

“And you said I was wet,” Jasper said, looking up at him, where the loveliest dusting of color had settled over his cheeks. Jasper stroked his cock and asked, “Konrad, are you embarrassed?”

“I am rapturous,” Konrad said as he reached down to cradle Jasper’s jaw in his hand. Jasper let it rest there. “The most beautiful man I’ve ever seen is naked in front of me, and I’ve been given leave to touch him wherever I please.”

“I want you in my mouth.”

Konrad only had to give the most minute nod of consent for Jasper to lean forward and wrap his lips around Konrad’s cock. Jasper took him all the way, his pierced tongue sliding against the underside, until the head hit the back of his throat. Konrad’s hand was still under his jaw, and he could hear the deep groan Konrad gave when he felt Jasper’s throat working.

Jasper looked up at him as he swallowed around his cock. He must have been a disaster, his hair disheveled, his eyeliner probably running from the involuntary tears. But Konrad looked at him like he was something divine. More than human. In that moment, Jasper existed not only as himself, but also as what Konrad made him. He’d become mutable, fluid, his mold shifting around him every moment they were together.