Page 69 of Epidermis

Konrad’s name echoed over the roar of his pulse as he came so hard he saw white spots against the backs of his eyelids. He realized the echo was just him, sobbing Konrad’s name over and over, his release seeping through his underwear. His soaked hole clenched and Konrad kept trying to eat him out as he came anyway. Jesus fucking Christ.

He was moving. Like a puppet on strings, being lifted up onto the bed so his head was on the pillow, his trembling legs on the heap of wrinkled blanket he’d been pulling on for dear life.

“Are you alright, darling?”

“I’m great,” Jasper said into the pillow he was face down on. The orgasm seemed to have neutralized his ability to feel self conscious, so yeah, he was fucking fantastic.

“Good. You’ll tell me if that changes.”

Yes sir.

Konrad pulled his hips up, leaving Jasper to brace himself on his elbows. The sound of the lube snapping open sent a chill down the entire length of Jasper’s spine. He’d come so hard from Konrad’s mouth that it hadn’t even occurred to him that they weren’t done. Konrad quickly rectified that misunderstanding, fingering him open, stretching him until Jasper was spreading his knees wider and whining into the pillow. The wet panties still clinging to him would have been a stimulation nightmare if he wasn’t… wherever he was at the moment. Some place where nothing bothered him.

“I’m ready, come on,” Jasper said, rocking back on three of Konrad’s fingers.

Konrad grabbed his hair and lifted his head up. Jasper couldn’t quite moan with the way his neck was arched back, but he knew Konrad felt him get tighter around the fingers still inside him, still curling over his prostate as Konrad calmly asked, “What do you say when you want something?”

“Please,” Jasper gasped, eyes fluttering at the sting of being held up by his hair. He didn’t really consider himself a masochist, but fuck. “Please fuck me.”

“Good boy.”

Jasper would have told anyone else to go fuck themselves. Maybe one day he’d do that to Konrad, just see if the man’s seemingly endless patience for him had a limit. Just not tonight.

He heard the lube again and it lessened the disappointment of Konrad removing his fingers. Almost immediately, he replaced them with his cock, and Jasper was pretty sure from how much fabric he could feel touching him that Konrad was still fully dressed. He wished he could see him. He loved Konrad’s body, but he also looked damn good in those tailored suits.

Konrad buried his cock inside him and all cognizant thought was gone. Konrad’s fingers flexed in his curls, giving a long, low sound of approval that made Jasper clench around him in response. That reaction seemed to be enough to assure Konrad that he was ready to be fucked—because Konrad started fucking him. No fanfare, no slow build, he just shoved Jasper’s head down into the pillow and started pounding him into the mattress like God was real and all of Jasper’s prayers were being answered at once.

“There we go,” Konrad said, bearing down on him so closely that the lapel of his jacket brushed against Jasper’s back. “Just take it.”

Jasper couldn’t even get his balance to rock his hips back to meet his thrusts. Taking it was quite literally all he could do. His cheek was pressed mercilessly into the pillow, but at least his head was turned so he could breathe between the whimpers and moans that spilled from his lips in a continuous deluge of need. He was almost flat beneath Konrad as his knees had been slowly going out from under him, finally pressed down far enough that his cock was rubbing against the bed, sliding against the blanket through his underwear.

“You’re getting so tight, darling. Are you going to come for me again?”

Konrad grabbed his hair once more, but the expected yanking of his head didn’t come—only a slow massage of Konrad’s fingers against his tingling scalp, his breath warm against Jasper’s nape. The simultaneously gentle and threatening touch was a far more effective prompt for an answer than any command.

“Yes,” Jasper whispered, tucking his face further into the pillow.

There was the sting. Konrad wrenched his head up and brought his lips to Jasper’s ear. “I don’t think I heard you. Speak up, sweet boy.”

Jasper’s cock pulsed precome out over the drenched lace and his answer was a hoarse, helpless cry. “Yes!”

“There we go, that’s better. Just relax and let it happen. I’ve got you.”

Konrad pulled him back up onto his knees, laying Jasper’s head back down on the pillow and bracing a hand next to it instead, reaching under him and into Jasper’s panties to wrap around his cock. “God, Jasper. I fear I’ve neglected to tell you how perfect your cock is. Do you feel that, the way your big cock fills my hand? How my fingers slide across your pretty little piercings?”

Jasper couldn’t stop shaking. He tasted salt. He would have attributed it to sweat if he couldn’t feel wetness rolling down from each of his eyes. Konrad fucked him relentlessly, driving Jasper forward, into the slick grip of his hand. “Please don’t stop,” he sobbed. His prostate felt abused from Konrad hitting it every single time, but Jasper would tear apart at the seams if he slowed down now. The way Konrad was taking him apart was the only thing holding him together.

“Oh, I have no intention of stopping, darling.”

It almost became too much. Jasper was too sensitive, his body slick with sweat, his throat raw from crying out. But Konrad kept going just like Jasper had asked, and he finally, finally tipped over the edge again. He could barely make a sound as he lurched into an orgasm so strong it almost hurt. It felt like he was screaming but Konrad’s name crossed his lips as no more than a choked whisper. His cock only produced a small spurt of come, but he shook and seized up harder than he thought he ever had in his life.

Konrad stroked his hair, his spine, rubbed his lower back. “My good boy, you come so beautifully for me. Are you alright? Color?”

“Yeah,” Jasper said, his voice scratchy. “Green.”

Jasper whimpered as Konrad pulled out—he said he was fine, he wanted Konrad to come, wanted to be filled—but his protests proved unnecessary. Konrad was not moving like a man who was done with him. Instead, Konrad unbuttoned his shirt and shed it together with his jacket, then lay back with his shoulders against the headboard. He pulled Jasper into his lap, with Jasper’s back against his chest, and hooked his arms under Jasper’s knees.

Jasper could feel Konrad’s muscles work as he lifted him so that Jasper hovered just above his cock. Fuck, Jasper had never known he had a kink for… What would he even call it? A strength kink? A competency kink? It wasn’t just how those gorgeously thick arms looked, it was Konrad’s sheer capability that made Jasper crazy. He couldn’t possibly come again, but the way Konrad was holding him up kept him at half mast anyway.