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“You don’t need to.”

Jasper could have sobbed with relief. He didn’t need Konrad’s permission to come, but he wanted it. He tucked his face into Konrad’s neck and Konrad lay over him so closely that Jasper’s cock rubbed against his stomach. “Oh fuck. Stay just like this,” Jasper pleaded.

He let go of the pillowcase to cling to Konrad with both hands. He writhed and arched, clawing at Konrad’s back. Konrad kept murmuring encouragement, praising him, undoubtedly feeling the way Jasper tightened with every whisper of good boy in his ear. Jasper’s cock and prostate were being stimulated with every thrust and he felt like he was losing his mind. It was so good and so much.

“Don’t stop,” he gasped into Konrad’s neck, his legs shaking. “Please don’t stop.”

“Are you going to come for me, Jasper?”

Just hearing his perfect, proper Konrad say those words was enough. Jasper came all over both of them. He thought he was moaning Konrad’s name, but it might not even have been coherent. Konrad kept going, fucking him through his orgasm and beyond it, until Jasper was hypersensitive and biting down on the spot between Konrad’s neck and shoulder. He could feel how hard Konrad’s cock throbbed when he bit him. Konrad tried to pull out, and Jasper locked his legs around him.

“Jasper—”

Jasper tightened his legs. “Please.”

Konrad buckled. He dropped his forehead against the pillow, coming with a low, guttural groan. Jasper kissed the place he’d bitten and moaned at the warmth filling him. He stroked Konrad’s back, smearing blood he didn’t realize he’d drawn, gasping as Konrad rode out his orgasm in a slow grind against his prostate. Wetness trailed down Jasper’s temples, and he wondered when he’d started crying. He clung to Konrad with all of his limbs, not letting him move, not letting him pull out. Jasper needed to linger in this moment until he felt like he could be whole without Konrad inside him.

“Konrad,” he whispered.

It was both a question and an expression of gratitude. Jasper didn’t know what he was asking, but at least he knew what he was thanking him for.

“I’m right here, darling. I’m not going anywhere.”

Maybe Konrad knew what he was asking, even if Jasper didn’t.

He let out an unsteady breath, letting Konrad’s weight dispel the irrational fear that he’d be left alone, pieces of him strewn to places he couldn’t reach. Konrad held him tightly and Jasper swallowed a lump in his throat. He didn’t know why he was so fucking emotional.

Eventually he loosened his legs from around Konrad, and Konrad gently pulled out. It was a messy affair, but he didn’t try to go to the bathroom for supplies to clean them up. He lay on his back, wrapping both arms around Jasper, situating Jasper’s head on his chest.

Jasper had never felt so fragile after sex before. Konrad’s arms were so thick, and his chest was the most comfortable thing Jasper had ever lain on. He buried his face in soft chest hair and rubbed his feet against the sheets. It was a terrifyingly formative silence. The way Konrad held him was fabricating a sense of security that Jasper wanted to cling to, constructing himself as something solid and safe in Jasper’s mind.

“Do you need anything?” Konrad asked, tracing the tattoos on Jasper’s arm.

“No. I just want to stay like this.”

Konrad reached over and turned off the light. They were going to be miserably sticky in the morning, but he held Jasper without a word of complaint. If anything, he seemed to be the most relaxed Jasper had ever seen him, like a big cat lying sated and warm in the sun. Jasper smiled into the darkness at the thought. He was sleepy and easy to amuse at the moment.

“I do care for you, Jasper. So very much,” Konrad whispered.

Jasper pressed closer. “I know.”

Under normal circumstances those words would scare him, but in that particular moment, they just made him happy.

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Jasper didn’t know what time it was when he woke up, only that it was still dark outside. He was hard. His body had already developed an addiction to Konrad’s. Jasper rubbed against him with a low whine, pressing closer until he was almost on top of him, and then he straddled him. He looked down at Konrad, still sleeping soundly. Jasper touched his face, mapping out his sharp cheekbones, his brow, his lips. His breath caught as Konrad stirred. There was enough light coming through the windows that Jasper could see him start flirting with consciousness, his eyes half open, fluttering shut again as he registered Jasper’s touch.

“Elskede,” he said, his accent thick and voice rough with sleep.

Jasper blushed. “I don’t know what that means.”

Konrad didn’t translate. He just looked up at him, eyes hazy, half awake at best. “Did you wake and find yourself wanting, my darling?”

His darling. Jasper liked that.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “Can I…?”

“Yes. And should the need ever take you while I’m asleep and I prove difficult to rouse, you have my standing permission to do with me as you like.”