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He sounded so assertive and so wrecked at the same time, and it was intoxicating to witness. Powerful and vulnerable, dominant and desperate, all at once. Jasper breathed through his nose and submitted to Konrad’s claim on his mouth, swallowing, knowing Konrad could feel his throat work against the fingers he had sitting beneath Jasper’s chin.

The look of approval Konrad gave him went straight to his trapped cock. Jasper had never fully submitted to a partner without a fair amount of reluctance, but for Konrad? Jasper wanted to be so good for him. In that moment, he would have done anything Konrad asked. Crawl on his hands and knees? Done. He could take something for the joint pain tomorrow. Call him Daddy? Yes, sir. Anything. Anything. As long as Konrad kept looking at him like that.

He distantly felt himself slipping. To where, he wasn’t sure. But he liked it.

Konrad let his thumb slip from Jasper’s mouth and hooked a finger into the waistband of his panties, so close to where Jasper was hard and aching for him, but not quite touching. “I’m going to ruin these. I’ll buy you new ones. Do you understand?”

Jasper nodded so fast his curls bounced against his forehead.

“With your words, my darling. A yes or no is fine.”

“Yes, ruin them, ruin me, just—”

Konrad soothed him with a gentle tug to Jasper’s hair, like he was pulling him back into himself. “I’m going to take care of you the way you need. You just relax for me. You know your colors if you need them?”

“Yes.” Jasper could only hope Konrad knew that “the way he needed” was rougher than Konrad usually gave it to him. He’d gotten a taste that first night they were together and it had lived in the back of his mind ever since. Konrad’s method of domination was unlike anything Jasper had ever experienced; it wasn’t control, wasn’t reward and punishment. It was weaponized euphoria, providing such pleasure that Jasper suffocated under it, leaving Konrad in total control by default when Jasper’s mind buckled under the onslaught.

Konrad grabbed his shoulder, spun him to face the bed, and shoved him onto it face first.

Jasper could have sobbed with elation. Yeah, Konrad knew exactly what he wanted.

Jasper grabbed the blanket, crumpling the soft material between his fingers as he let his weight fall into the mattress. Konrad kicked his feet open and Jasper’s cock jumped against the damp lace of his underwear. Behind him, Konrad was still fully dressed, the sleeve of his jacket dragging over Jasper’s back as Konrad smoothed a wide palm down his spine. He pushed down until Jasper arched.

“That’s it,” Konrad praised, the honeyed words landing like a threat.

Konrad grabbed the back of his underwear and ripped them open. Jasper jerked instinctively from the sound of lace tearing apart, but that only served to press his cock against the bed, and Konrad snatched his hips back to their original position. He moved Jasper as if he meant to treat him like a ragdoll. And he could, if he wanted to. Jasper knew how capable Konrad was of manhandling him however he liked.

He jolted as Konrad grabbed both sides of his ass through what remained of the back of his underwear, spreading him open. Then Konrad’s mouth was on him.

“What—” Jasper cried out, startled. He raised his head to form a more coherent protest, reeling from that first, devastating swipe of Konrad’s tongue over his hole.

“Down.”

Fuck, okay. Konrad’s tone had Jasper dropping his face back onto the bed before he could even think about it.

Konrad’s tongue dragged over him again, where absolutely no one’s tongue had ever gone, and Jasper gripped the blanket like it could save him. He’d had a couple of people ask to rim him but that had always been met with a firm denial. He didn’t think there was anything wrong with it, and he had done it for others, he’d just been too self-conscious to let them. He’d also never worn a skirt for anyone, let alone panties. So this was just another entry in a series of firsts that belonged to Konrad.

“Fuck,” Jasper groaned into the bed as Konrad licked into him.

He’d never appreciated just how many nerves there were right inside his entrance, until now, with seemingly all of them being lit up at once. Konrad was making these noises as he lapped into him like he was getting off on it just as much as Jasper was.

It was filthy and terrible and made Jasper’s cock leak all over the lace fighting to contain it, even more of a losing battle now that Konrad had torn the back of his underwear open. Jasper was losing his mind. He was getting exactly what he’d wanted, was getting out of his head like he so badly needed, he just hadn’t anticipated Konrad’s methods.

Konrad kept going like he meant to spend the rest of his days eating Jasper out. He held Jasper’s hips in place, his thumbs keeping him spread open. Heat built low in Jasper’s stomach, circling him like a predator ready to sink its teeth in at the first sign of surrender. Konrad was just working him over with his tongue, and it should not have been enough for Jasper to feel that heat coiling tighter.

And yet Jasper’s legs shook, his socked feet sliding against the floor as he moaned helplessly into the bed.

He lifted his head when the need for air outweighed the desire to muffle the litany of sounds pouring out of him. “Konrad, fucking—god, oh, oh fuck.” His toes curled and he nearly sobbed. No way, no fucking way.

Konrad somehow found a way to get deeper, and Jasper didn’t even recognize the sound that came out of him as being his own.

“Konrad,” he forced out between harsh breaths. He felt the wet lace stretched across his cock but there was no friction. Nothing but Konrad’s tongue fucking him, and Jasper’s body must have simply been mistaken, because he couldn’t, he couldn’t be on the verge of coming like this. His moans were starting to sound like sobs, but he never even entertained the thought of safe-wording. It was torture, it was about to be so goddamn embarrassing, but it was so good.

Konrad squeezed his hip. It felt like more than just encouragement to let go. Maybe Jasper was just drunk and in that weird, warm place in his mind and reading too much into things, but it felt like reassurance. He took it as such anyway.

He was wet. Saliva dripped down from where Konrad’s mouth was ruining him, the occasional drop hitting the polished hardwood with such an obvious sound that Jasper’s ears burned. His cock still being hard must have been a medical anomaly because he was relatively certain all his blood was in his face.

Konrad made a half-groaning, half-growling sound against him, and Jasper clawed at the bedding as he reached an impossible peak. “Oh—” His moan was equal parts pleasure and disbelief.