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Guy likes kneeling for Jasper.
He likes the quiet clarity that comes with it, the noise of everything else being turned down like a volume knob that only Jasper has control of.
It’s made even better by the way Jasper speaks to him when he’s between the vampire’s legs.
It’s sickly sweet, words that weave through his now empty mind and tangle him deeper, deeper, deeper.
Pup.
Baby.
Sweetheart.
Mine.
Guy likes it when Jasper crowds him into the ‘V’ of his legs, so the human's feverish body begins to warm his cold limbs. He especially likes it when Jasper makes him strip naked, begging the vampire to undo just one button on his own shirt. He likes it when Jasper holds his face steady, making him maintain eye contact as he speaks out loud and in his mind. He likes it when Jasper looks down at him in what Guy can only hope is awe.
Wishful thinking. Jasper’s turned on because you’re having literal sex together.
In their time together, Jasper has taught Guy many things, one of the bigger things being how to keep his mind safe and silent. He can tune out the noise of the world to nothing more than a quiet hum, like the static of an out-of-tune radio station.
He doesn’t find himself reaching for the long empty coat pocket for his pills; he goes back to Jasper and his lessons.
‘Picture the radio. Think of how you’d change the stations, the static in between them. Put yourself there.’
Of course, it had taken him more than just that; Jasper had to go through the motions with him often, almost like he was the metaphorical training wheels to Guy’s mental bicycle.
That being said, Guy doesn’t form a wall to keep Jasper out—he doesn’t want to anyway—but his thoughts don’t jump out at anyone anymore. They don’t jump out at Jasper. He isn’t yelling or projecting his thoughts like he used to.
Which is probably a good thing.
Because Guy doesn’t know if he’ll be able to handle it if Jasper sees just how much Guy loves him and then get shot down by the vampire.
Jasper must like him well enough to keep him around, to teach him, to fuck him the way he does. He’s never fed off Guy, though, and he’s seen Jasper feed before, from cups and people alike.
But never Guy.
And that’s…fine.
Guy figures it probably doesn’t feel great to be turned into a human juice box.
Probably.
It doesn’t matter.
Guy is just thrilled to be held as close to Jasper for any reason and for as long as possible. Such as kneeling for Jasper. Even if it’s just Guy sitting there, doing nothing. Jasper had told him, once, the way it felt to have Guy surrender entirely to him. It made him feel unbelievably good, for lack of better words.
Jasper had pushed the feeling into Guy’s head—just the slightest bit of it—while he cradled Guy’s face, cock pressing against the back of his throat, his nose brushing against Jasper’s abdomen, face being tickled by the neatly trimmed happy trail. It felt like his body was going to turn itself inside out, like firecrackers had exploded in his spine, like Guy had gone shot for shot on top-shelf tequila.
Guy made Jasper feel like that.
And he would be damned if he didn’t try to make him feel like that all the time.
So, Guy finds himself kneeling between Jasper’s legs frequently and often.
Which is where he is now, naked as the day he was born, pawing at Jasper's belt in a pathetic attempt to get the vampire to show even an inch of skin. Just a glimmer of his pale stomach, fuck, even his ankle.
Just need to see him.
‘A bit greedy tonight, man. Aren’t you going to ask me nicely?’
“Can, can I please see?”
Jasper smiles, his eyes crinkling around the edges. He mercifully gives in, unbuckling his belt. His cock stands proudly, a blood-red bead of precome drips down the side, and Guy practically dives for it. He laps it up, only briefly thinking of how quickly he got over the vampire come-is-blood thing, before letting his jaw fall loose. Jasper pulls him by the curls, slowing his overeager swallowing. The vampire’s cock sinks slowly into Guy’s mouth, guiding him until Guy’s nose is pressed to his stomach.
Guy lets out a choked moan, a pitiful squeak more than anything. His eyes water as Jasper’s cock hits the back of his throat. It hurts, but nowhere near enough for Guy to even think about pulling off.
“There you go, you poor, desperate thing.” Jasper makes Guy melt, his whole body going limp every time he speaks. Even before whatever the hell this is, Guy would fight full-body shivers and a deeply hidden instinct to drop to his knees. But now, now he didn't have to pretend Jasper didn't have an otherworldly control over him.
No, now he gets to bask in it.
Where Guy was not well versed in blowjobs (he was much too bitey for delicate human flesh), he made up for it in enthusiasm. He made sure his teeth weren't in the way, collected so much saliva that he drooled obscenely, and gave Jasper his best attempt at fuck-me eyes. He wasn't sure how successful he'd been in the latter, but Jasper liked it. He has still kept him.
It had made Jasper feel like a popped bottle of champagne, his insides bubbly and his come shooting off like a cork, or at least, that’s what he has pushed into Guy’s mind.
Guy’s eyes roll to the back of his head as Jasper pulls his hair even harder, the older man throwing his head back and shamelessly singing his pleasure to the world. Guy tries to wiggle his tongue against the cold member, rubbing back and forth with what little room is left in his mouth, determined to be good for Jasper.
“Fuck, puppy! Gonna finish down your throat if we’re not careful—fuck!”
Guy doesn't hold back, letting his whimpers vibrate from his throat and making Jasper thrust hard into his face. Come, please, I want it! Please, please, please. He neglects breathing for just a moment longer—swallowing his cock further than he should. Jasper keeps his head in place as he shoots rope after rope of come down his throat, his voice heavy with satisfaction as he shudders through the tail end of his orgasm. There’s an obnoxiously wet pop as he pulls off of Jasper’s softening cock. He wipes his mouth, feeling much more wobbly than he should for only getting his face fucked. Jasper has that effect on him, no matter the act. Jasper slumps back into the couch, posed so casually, looking every bit the confident, suave older man that Guy knew him to be. He huffs a warm laugh as he stretches his arms above his head and slowly drags his eyes over Guy’s body, flushed and ready for the taking. He makes a thinking face, considering his words before speaking.
“Now, sweetheart. I distinctly remember telling you earlier what we were going to do tonight.” Jasper gestures for him to come closer, letting Guy wrap his arms around his waist as he remains kneeling between his legs. Guy feels a sharp satisfaction in being able to rub his face like a cat against Jasper’s chest, a creature that could so easily snap his neck yet chooses not to. Jasper rubs careful circles on the back of Guy’s back before starting again. “You were just so eager to have all of me, weren't you, greedy boy?”
Guy tips his head back, just enough to look up at his lover—his Jasper—in the eye. He doesn't look angry or disappointed; it’s something different. It doesn't plant a seed of dread in his stomach as it would have at the beginning; it fills his stomach with butterflies. Jasper’s eyes glint with mischief.
Hot!
“But you took my cock so well anyway, and I don't have the heart to punish you when you look like that.”
Jasper beams at him as his perspective of Guy is pushed into his mind.
Guy with mussed-up hair and big, wet blue eyes shining so needily as he looks at Jasper, like Jasper had hung every star in the sky just for Guy.
Jasper tilts Guy’s head back further, his thumb swiping at his warm cheek.
“Yeah, no way in hell I’m gonna punish you for shit right now, sweetheart. You could stake me, and I’d thank you.” He speaks softly, like the words weren't entirely meant for Guy to hear in that moment. He hums in thought. “How would you feel about riding me, boy?”
Guy has launched his body up before Jasper even finishes his question, throwing his legs to either side of Jasper’s and wrapping his arms tightly around his neck, like he was worried someone would try to take him away.
Fat fucking chance. If someone tried, Guy would scratch their eyes out.
‘I’d pay good money to watch that, baby.’
Shush, ‘m busy—
He loosens his grip just enough to drop one arm between their bodies and position Jasper’s still hard cock to his hole, shivering from the meeting of his own burning temperature to Jasper’s icy skin. He holds his breath as he sinks down inch by inch, until his ass is pressed to Jasper’s crotch. The denim is rough against his skin, the metal zipper digging into his oversensitive skin.
A releases a shaky breath, nuzzling his nose to Jasper’s neck.
“Eager little thing today, aren't you?”
“Y-yes, yes!”
Jasper’s hands drop to Guy’s hips, dipping to pet his ass and then teasingly dragging his claws up his back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. Guy pushes himself up, Jasper’s cock never leaving his hole, and dropping down over and over. His thighs already burn with use, but he pushes through the feeling. Jasper watches him, smirking at each grunt and whimper that leaves his boy’s mouth.
Guy’s own cock is throbbing, gone ignored during their entire exchange that evening. Not that Guy minded entirely; he was learning that Jasper would make it worth his while if he showed a little patience and good behavior. So Guy ignores the desperate pain of his tender flesh a little longer, even when it rubs deliciously against the soft cotton shirt Jasper wears, trapped between their bodies, his tip catching the buttons with every motion.
He ignores it because he’s a good boy.
Jasper holds him like he is one, rewards him like one, covets him like he is worth the trouble.
“Oh, that’s it. That’s right, my good boy. Making me feel so good,” He grips his hips suddenly, fucking up into Guy. His own thrusting pattern is halted in favor of clutching Jasper’s shoulder in a desperate attempt not to be bucked off. “I’m gonna stop moving again, and I want you to make us both come. You’re not gonna stop until then, got that, baby?”
Jasper lets go of his hips, only to cup his face and guide Guy to look him in the eye once more.
“You can even come as many times as you want…”
Guy, maybe, perhaps, blacks out a little after that.
His body aches with need, and he’s probably going to buzz out of his skin, but it feels amazing.
His mind is clouded for everything except Jasper.
He’s so handsome.
His thighs burn with each passing, and his arms are barely holding him up—but he wouldn’t give this up for anything.
Feels so good, Jasper feels so good.
Jasper stares up at him, his eyes dancing up and down with Guy’s body. His hand rested on Guy’s hips—only holding, not helping—and his nails digging in just enough that it stings. He gives a dazed smile, his fangs just barely visible, managing to look fucked and casual at the same time.
Perfect.
“Fuuuuck!” He angles his hips as he shifts himself back down into Jasper’s cock, pressing into his prostate and making his arms and legs spasm. He throws his head back as he lets out desperate cries, eyes glazing over.
Jasper wraps one hand around Guy’s throat, playing with his food like he just can't help it, pulling him in and kissing him stupid. Not like that’s difficult. He nips at Guy’s bottom lip, his icy blue eyes glinting with mischief in the low light of Jasper’s room, before he turns his head and drags his lips to Guy’s ear.
“That’s not being very kind to yourself, boy.”
The tickle of his breath on his ear makes him shiver, and pulls a memory to the front of his mind.
Strobe lights, strong alcohol, Keves and Olive pressing against his chest and back respectively. Wet kisses speckled across his neck and face. Soft curls tickling his nose. Earthy perfumes clouding his mind. Confident hands pushing and pulling him exactly where they wanted him to be. Teasing voices promising pleasure and fun.
The memory melts into his chest, pooling in with the here and now. His head drops to the crook of Jasper’s shoulder, mouthing at the exposed skin. He can’t stop thinking of their hands, morphing with Jasper’s as he rocks his hips harder, and oh god he’s going to come fuck fuck fuck—
His ears ring as he tries to catch his breath, but he can’t stop the sharp keening noise he makes. His cries bounce off the walls until he finally settles in Jasper’s lap, whimpers bleeding into each other. Jasper is deadly quiet—heh—so he tilts his body back to see why.
Jasper is staring.
His eyes are wide, pupils blown, and his mouth gaping.
Oh, right! He’s supposed to keep going.
He shakes through the overstimulation, rolling his hips once more.
Until Jasper stops him abruptly, his nails digging harshly into his sides, Guy whines his displeasure; he has a job to do! With his supernatural speed, Jasper has Guy pinned on his back and flush with the couch. The air is knocked from his lungs as he watches Jasper press back into him with a crazed and nearly manic look in his eye. Each stroke of Jasper’s cock inside him nails his prostate dead on, making him thrash desperately on the ornate couch.
Fuck fuck fuck, it’s too much ooooohhhh fuck!
Jasper holds him in place with an arm across his chest and one hand gripping his curls once more; Guy can't even think about moving. ‘—just need a good grip on him, oh sweetheart, just let me see your neck—’ From the corner of his eye, he can see Jasper bear his fangs, hissing before sinking into Guy’s neck.
“OHHHH MY GOD–JASPER! F-FUCK—AH!”
‘Mine Mine Mine Mine Mine—’
His body spasms with pleasure-riddled pain, his legs locking around Jasper’s waist, but it doesn't stop him from fucking into him at a delirious pace. He can feel each gulp Jasper makes, his jaw locking tighter with each pulse of Guy’s blood. Even then, Guy is surprised when his body comes again, a dry-fucking -orgasm shaking him to his core.
‘Mine, only I make you feel good. No one else! No one gets to touch you.’
His head spins from blood loss, and he helplessly paws at Jasper.
‘Keep you forever, my Guy, my perfect boy.’
Jasper gives a final thrust, spilling deep inside Guy. His fangs retract, or maybe Jasper just stops biting down, Guy isn't sure. All he knows is Jasper licks over the wound as Guy mumbles nonsense at him.
Jasper’s eyes are hazy, unfocused as he peppers kisses across Guy’s chest and neck. Blood smears all over Jasper’s face, but he still looks handsome.
‘I’ll keep you satisfied, mine, forever.’
He loses consciousness as Jasper slices his wrist open and presses it to Guy’s mouth, filling it with metallic, cold blood.
‘Swallow it, greedy boy.’