Page 39 of Epidermis

“Promise to tell me if I’m hurting you,” Jasper whispered, the words almost too soft for the intensity of the arousal thrumming in his blood.

“I will, sweet boy.”

Jasper bit the inside of his lip. He didn’t know why he liked it so much when Konrad called him that. Konrad watched him get his fingers slick with lube, and when Jasper guided him to turn around, he was quick to bend forward with his hands against the window. Almost presenting himself.

Jasper was lightheaded as he eased a finger inside him; he’d never wanted to fuck anyone this bad. It felt like he’d lose his mind if he didn’t get his cock into Konrad, and he was profusely thankful at how well Konrad accommodated his fingers, taking their intrusion with quiet grunts and low moans. Soon Jasper was trading them for his cock. It was thicker than his fingers, and even just pushing the tip inside, he heard Konrad’s breath leave him in one harsh exhale.

“Don’t stop,” Konrad said the second he felt Jasper hesitate. “Oh—Jasper. I can feel your piercing going in.”

Jasper watched the glint of the jewelry slowly disappearing into Konrad with a groan. “You like that, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” Konrad said, his voice cracking as another inch of Jasper’s cock slid into him. They’d reached the rest of Jasper’s piercings, a ladder of barbells that he pushed into Konrad one at a time, coaxing out breathless moans that got louder the more Konrad took.

Jasper grunted at the sensation. “God, you feel so fucking good.” Sweat beaded on his forehead and nape, and he caught sight of their reflection in the glass. Konrad looked so gorgeously fucked out, and he didn’t even have Jasper all the way inside him yet. Fuck if that wasn’t a power trip. He stroked his fingers through Konrad’s hair, then grabbed it and yanked his head up. “Look at yourself.”

He watched Konrad’s eyes slowly focus on their reflection, felt him get tighter in response. Jasper pushed the rest of the way in, finally getting a proper, loud moan from Konrad, and he feared he might be ruined for ever fucking anyone else. He showed his ardor by pulling Konrad’s hair again, his affection just as sharp-edged as it was whenever Konrad was the one fucking him and Jasper dug nails and teeth into him at the peak of pleasure.

Jasper made sure there was no sign of discomfort, then pulled out as far as the lowest of his piercings before thrusting back in. “Not so refined now, are you? Do all your high society friends know how well you take cock?”

“Perhaps you should show them,” Konrad gasped.

Fuck. He started thrusting, careful at first, but Konrad made the most desperate sounds under his breath like he’d die if Jasper didn’t fuck him harder. So Jasper gave it to him hard and fast, his nails biting into Konrad’s waist. “Play with yourself.”

Konrad didn’t even hesitate. One of his hands disappeared from the window and Jasper groaned at how fucking wet he sounded as he stroked himself. He borrowed one of Konrad’s moves and kicked his feet apart, shifting the angle and—

Konrad clenched around him. “Oh.”

There it was.

Jasper had never been on top with a man before. He wasn’t opposed to it, he just tended to have a certain degree of performance anxiety that made him more comfortable with being the one receiving. He would attribute his preference to the way his brain turned off when he gave up control entirely, but the only person he’d ever experienced that with was Konrad.

Now he wanted to thank Konrad for that sweet release by fucking his brains out. Jasper wasn’t good at expressing his feelings softly, but he always managed to express them thoroughly.

“You’re getting so tight, are you close? Already?” Jasper teased, thrusting hard enough that Konrad rocked forward on his feet, bringing his forearm to the window when his hand was no longer enough to keep him upright. The filthy sound of Konrad touching himself got slicker and faster.

Konrad made a stifled, almost shy noise in the back of his throat, lowering his head. That just wouldn’t do. Jasper yanked it right back up by the hair and Konrad trembled like pieces of a broken thing being blown astray by the wind.

“Don’t you dare hide from me,” Jasper growled. He met Konrad’s eyes in their reflection and watched his face twist beautifully as Jasper drove into him. “Go on, sweetheart. Come for me where half a fucking city can see you.”

Konrad fell to ruin with a cry of Jasper’s name that he didn’t think he would ever forget. Every muscle in the gorgeous expanse of his back flexed as he shuddered and spasmed through his orgasm, tightening so much around Jasper’s cock that it almost made it hard to fuck him through it. Jasper didn’t slow down until Konrad seemed on the verge of collapsing against the window. His legs were shaking, and Jasper enjoyed that for longer than was strictly considerate before slowly pulling out. Konrad let out a quiet whine at the emptiness, and Jasper stroked his back.

“Get on the bed,” Jasper said.

“In any particular way?”

“Any way you want.”

He didn’t care what position they were in, Jasper would find a way to keep fucking him.

Konrad lay down on the bed, looking a little uncertain and off balance, such an alien expression on him that it aroused Jasper as much as it elicited a twinge of warmth in his chest. He was still mostly hard as he watched Jasper approach and grew harder still as he opened his legs to make space for Jasper between them.

Jasper lay over him and kissed him. Whatever Konrad was expecting, it seemingly wasn’t that. His hands came up to Jasper’s sides, almost questioning before wrapping all the way around to his back, his lips parting to the request of Jasper’s tongue against them. This wasn’t what Jasper had planned. He was going to make his best attempt at breaking the bed before they left tomorrow, but that tiny flicker of vulnerability on Konrad’s face had thrown him off.

He slid into Konrad again, thinking of before their date, the patient way Konrad had waited for Jasper’s opinion of how he’d dressed up, not unlike the way he watched Jasper take his first bite of anything Konrad made for him, and how pleased he always was to earn Jasper’s approval. No one had ever cared so much about what Jasper thought of them. It was unsettling, in the way it threatened the comforting isolation Jasper preferred to reside in, but it also made him feel… kind of special.

Jasper kept kissing him as he started to move. He braced his arms on the bed to fuck Konrad as hard as he liked, tempering the force with whatever kisses they could fit between harsh gasps for air. His glasses slid down and Konrad pushed them back up. There was scarcely an inch of their bodies not touching, and it was too much, maybe not enough, because maybe Jasper wanted to just stay inside him forever and never go home.

He broke away from Konrad’s lips to kiss his neck. Konrad’s chest heaved against him as Jasper’s pace became more frantic, his movements jerky and sharp, his orgasm swelling dangerously against the walls of his control.