Page 52 of Epidermis

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Jasper was surprised to wake up before Konrad, but judging from there being no light coming through the curtains, the sun wasn’t even up yet. He brushed his lips against Konrad’s chest. The man really did have the most incredible body. Jasper leaned up to kiss his neck, his cock hard where it was pressed against Konrad’s thigh—who was, apparently, a very sound sleeper.

He didn’t want to wake him. It was probably early as hell, and Konrad had taken such good care of him the night before. Jasper studied the angular lines of his face, his lips parted in sleep. Looking at him really did nothing to help Jasper’s erection. But then again… Konrad had said Jasper could do whatever he wanted, regardless of whether or not he was awake.

Jasper tentatively slid a hand under the blankets, searching, his breath catching when he found Konrad hard too. Morning erections had only ever been an inconvenience, but now Jasper found himself thankful for them. He ran his thumb over Konrad’s tip, moaning at the wetness that almost immediately leaked out. God fucking bless whatever overactive gland Konrad had that made him get so wet. It turned Jasper on to an unreasonable extent.

Fuck, he was doing this. Okay. He slipped out of his boxers—well, Konrad’s boxers—and reached across Konrad to open the nightstand, not worrying about being quiet since he doubted Konrad would be able to sleep through Jasper using his cock like a sex toy. But Jasper could at least let him sleep as long as he could.

He poured lube over his fingers, sitting up on his knees to prepare himself as much as he needed. He still felt good from last night. Still, he was generous with the lube when he pushed the blanket down to coat Konrad’s cock with it, and his palms were sweating as he put the small bottle back in the drawer. This didn’t feel wrong, exactly, since he had Konrad’s consent, but it did feel… taboo. He wasn’t sure what it said about his morals that the twinge of guilt he felt as he straddled Konrad only made him harder.

Jasper chewed his lip as he lined up Konrad’s cock and slid down onto it. “Fuck,” he gasped under his breath. He stayed still for a minute to adjust to the stretch. It didn’t hurt, but it did feel like the inside of his body was being rearranged from taking it all at once. If this was how it felt to take Konrad’s cock, which was impressive but smaller than his own, Jasper wondered if he should offer Konrad exclusive rights to topping. There was no way it didn’t hurt to take Jasper’s cock. He loved fucking Konrad, but he didn’t like the thought of bringing him discomfort.

Not that Konrad had seemed to be in discomfort. He’d moaned like a whore for Jasper’s cock, and it was that thought that finally spurred Jasper into moving.

He raised and lowered his hips, biting hard on his lip as he slowly increased his speed, stopping when the smack of his skin on Konrad’s became too loud. The thought of stopping crossed his mind only to be immediately dismissed. He lowered himself all the way and rolled his hips in place. Oh, god. That was good. Holy fuck. The head of Konrad’s cock was right up against his prostate, and grinding down on him just put constant pressure on it. A flush encompassed Jasper’s face and spread down his neck as he rocked on Konrad’s lap.

Konrad’s brow was pinched in an expression of confused pleasure. Jasper stifled a moan as he wrapped a hand around his cock and spread precome down his length to stroke himself. Seeing Konrad react to him, even asleep, was so fucking hot. It turned him on, but it also did things to Jasper’s chest that Konrad trusted him enough to give him blanket permission to touch him like this whenever he wanted. He wasn’t used to his heart getting involved in sex, but the two had become entwined where Konrad was concerned. Sex with him made Jasper feel good in ways that had nothing to do with an orgasm, and he’d never had that before.

“God,” Jasper choked as he rocked faster, his strokes becoming jerky and erratic.

He was going to come. He could feel it, welling at his very core, threatening to spill out.

“Jasper, what are you—” Konrad gasped. “Oh, dear god.”

Jasper stopped all movement. Fuck.

Konrad was awake.

Konrad’s voice had started thick with confusion and sleep, then cut off into a deep moan as Jasper squeezed around him. He stared at Jasper with hazy eyes and a look of such clear adoration that Jasper almost wanted to hide from it. “Go on, elskede. Don’t stop.”

Jasper had known Konrad would probably wake up, but he hadn’t realized how he would burn with embarrassment at being caught. “Sorry I woke you,” he said weakly.

Konrad reached up to stroke his cheek, traced his jawline, and seemed to recognize the need for more than mere reassurance. Jasper was frozen. He was still hard, but he burned with shame at craving Konrad’s cock so badly he couldn’t just wait for him to wake up.

“You sweet thing.” Konrad dragged his thumb over Jasper’s lower lip before slipping it inside. “Open up—there we go, that’s it. Such a good boy for taking what you need. Suck.”

Jasper hesitated for a single, uncertain moment before wrapping his lips around Konrad’s thumb and sucking. This was starting to remind him of their first time, and he was almost lightheaded with anticipation. Last night he’d needed Konrad at his gentlest, but now he silently rejoiced at the sight of that effortless dominance returning to the forefront. He loved the way it made his brain empty.

“Good boy. Now, keep touching yourself while you ride me.” Konrad pressed his thumb down against Jasper’s tongue until Jasper let his mouth hang open, letting Konrad play with his tongue ring, and Jasper flushed as it forced drool from his mouth that dripped down onto Konrad’s stomach.

Jasper started moving his hand again, then his hips. Konrad slid the thumb from his mouth and moved it down to his nipple. “Konrad—” It came out in a rushed breath, his eyes closing as Konrad rubbed in slow, firm circles.

“Eyes on me, darling.”

Jasper forced his eyes open to meet Konrad’s as he kept grinding down against his cock. He made a pleading sound, not sure what he was even pleading for. Konrad answered anyway, sitting up in one fluid movement, wrapping an arm around Jasper’s waist to keep him steady. Jasper gasped at suddenly having Konrad’s face right in front of his. His knuckles dragged against Konrad’s stomach as he stroked himself, the soft skin a stark contrast to the rigid heat of his cock in his hand.

“You are otherworldly like this,” Konrad rasped. “Your eyes fevered and wild, day breaking behind you like a halo—a god made flesh, come to claim your offering.”

Jasper couldn’t even deny that the sound he made was a whimper. “Please stop saying things like that.”

“The truth offends you, darling?” Konrad smiled, his hand splayed on Jasper’s lower back, feeling the continuous contracting and relaxing of the muscles there as Jasper rode him.

“Just—don’t.” Jasper was close again. He was flustered as hell from Konrad’s absurd proclamations, said in a time when Jasper had nowhere to escape them. He was forced to look into Konrad’s eyes and see that he meant every word. “Konrad.” He clawed at Konrad’s shoulder with his free hand, his other slipping messily up and down his cock. “Konrad.”

“Are you going to come for me, sweet boy?”

Jasper was going to have words with Konrad about calling him boy, but at present, that very thing was making him come all over both of them, so it would have to wait. A rough moan tore from his throat as he found release. It made his strokes sloppy and his hole overwhelmingly tight around Konrad’s cock as he was wrought with twitches and spasms of pleasure. He let his head fall down against Konrad’s shoulder with a whine, shaking through the last wave of orgasm. Konrad rubbed his lower back through it all.