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Jasper thought about taking his underwear along with his slacks, but he was glad he didn’t when he saw the wet spot that had bloomed across the front of Konrad’s underwear. “Fuck, I knew you were gonna be dripping.” He cupped Konrad’s erection through them and rubbed up and down until he felt that damp fabric get even wetter. His boxer briefs were so short, and the dark red fabric was nearly black where Konrad had leaked through them. Jasper’s glasses had slid down his nose but he didn’t need them for this.

“Get on the bed,” Jasper said, his voice rough. Konrad sat on the edge of the bed and reached down for the buckle of his sock garters, but Jasper caught his wrist. “Leave them.”

He put a hand on Konrad’s chest and pushed him back so he was lying down with his legs hanging off the edge. When Jasper grabbed the waistband of his underwear, Konrad obligingly raised his hips for them to be pulled off. Jasper slid them over the leather sock garters and sheer dress socks, caressing them as he went, running his fingers over the top of Konrad’s foot as he pulled the underwear off. He could faintly hear the opening chords of “Dark Entries” coming from downstairs.

Jasper stood, looking down at Konrad naked of everything except his socks, garters, and his earring. “Can I tie you up?” The words were out before he even recognized the thought taking form.

Konrad looked up at him. He swallowed, and it looked difficult. “You can.”

“Have you ever let anyone tie you up before?”

“No.”

“Color system good for you?” Jasper asked gently, guiding Konrad to lie with his head on the pillows, just as Konrad had done with him the night of their reconciliation.

“Yes.”

Jasper searched his face and found only desire there. He went into Konrad’s closet, chose two of the softest ties he could find, and returned to the bed. Konrad raised his wrists to the headboard. It was a gesture of such open submission that Jasper felt his cock twitch against his skirt. He’d never been a particularly dominant lover, usually filling whatever role his partner wanted him to, but his own urges came to the surface when he was with Konrad. He bound Konrad’s wrists to either bedpost and slid a finger between the ties and his skin to make sure they weren’t too tight.

“Are you comfortable?” Jasper asked.

Konrad’s eyes were all over him. He took his time making his way back to Jasper’s face. “Yes, very.”

“Good.” Jasper took the lube out of the nightstand, left his glasses in its place, and knelt on the bed between Konrad’s legs. He moved closer so he could lift Konrad’s hips up onto his lap. Konrad spread his legs a little wider, drawing a low hum of appreciation from Jasper. “That’s it, sweetheart.”

He pressed one lubed finger against that tight hole and circled the rim, pushing inward but not going inside yet. He was just working all those nerves around the entrance, watching Konrad’s head fall back into the pillows with pleasure and probably some impatience that he was too polite to voice. Jasper watched his face as he pressed that finger inside. Konrad’s expression went slack, his knees pressing against Jasper’s ribs. Jasper pushed one of them back outward with a soft tsk sound. “Keep them open for me.”

Konrad forced them apart against his instincts, and Jasper rewarded him by curling his finger against the spot that made Konrad’s back arch off the bed. “Oh, Jasper—”

“Shh, I know. I’ve got you. I’m going to make you feel good, I promise.” Jasper added another finger and pressed them both against Konrad’s prostate, working them in and out, his eyes never leaving Konrad’s face. He loved watching Konrad’s lashes flutter against the urge to close his eyes, fighting it just as he’d done with his legs trying to close, trying to be so good for Jasper that it warmed his chest even as a far more molten heat went to his cock.

“I’m ready for you, please,” Konrad gasped.

Jasper couldn’t possibly refuse that.

He pushed down the waistband of his skirt far enough to take his cock out. He coated it generously in lube and added some to the outside of Konrad’s entrance for good measure. “Don’t forget to use your safe words if your wrists start hurting, or for anything else.” As soon as Konrad nodded, he pushed into him, groaning loudly as the head of his cock slid past that tight, tight muscle.

Konrad let out a shuddering sigh, his cock leaking an absolute mess all over his stomach. Jasper reached down to stroke him as he sank deeper inside him. He knew it would burn no matter how eager Konrad was to take him, so he gave him pleasure to balance it out, slowly stroking from base to tip. Konrad made a sound like he was being strangled.

“Jasper, stop, you’ll make me come.”

“Color?” Stop wasn’t red. Still, he slowed his hand to a pause until he got an answer.

“Green,” Konrad said, averting his eyes like he was embarrassed he wanted to let himself come so soon.

“Good,” Jasper praised.

Jasper kept stroking, going nice and slow as he let his cock slide further into Konrad’s clenching ass. Konrad’s chest rose and fell quickly, his hands gripping the ties that held him, his thighs shaking. So close just from Jasper’s cock splitting him. It was so fucking hot, making Jasper’s hand move faster on his cock, greedy to make him come. His fingers were covered in Konrad’s precome. Konrad’s breathless sounds started to get more urgent and Jasper moaned, as desperate as he would be if it was his own orgasm bearing down on him—maybe even more.

“Yeah, come on,” he said, his voice deep and strained from how Konrad’s ass pulsed around him.

He squeezed right under the head on his next stroke and Konrad spilled over his fist with a breathy cry of his name. Jasper sheathed the rest of his cock in Konrad in one smooth thrust. He rested right against his prostate, making Konrad’s cock spasm in his hand, shooting out another spurt of come that hit Konrad’s chest. Jasper was moaning right along with him, suddenly understanding how Konrad got so wound up that he could come so soon, as Jasper knew that if he moved in that moment, he would probably finish right behind him.

God, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever been this turned on.

He took a few breaths to get himself under control, then one of Konrad’s legs curled up over his hip, drawing him in as if he wasn’t already buried to the hilt. Konrad looked up at him with a flushed face and heavy eyes. “I’m okay. Fuck me, Jasper.”

Jasper laughed affectionately; how sweet that Konrad didn’t even realize he’d aroused Jasper so much that he was now the one fighting his orgasm. He dried his hand on the end of the bed—Konrad could scold him later if he really wanted to—and grabbed Konrad’s waist, giving an experimental roll of his hips. Konrad’s moan made his cock throb dangerously, but he could handle it. He could keep it together, if only because Konrad deserved to be well fucked for how good he was being.