“With pleasure.” Vincent’s fingers caught Jasper’s chin, holding him steady as he closed the distance between them.

And fuck, Vincent could kiss. He kissed Jasper with intention. Like kissing was his sole purpose of existence. Maybe it was all part of being a Dom, but Jasper could get used to it far too easily. No one had ever kissed him like it was a luxury rather than a means to an end. By the time Vincent’s lips ghosted across Jasper’s jaw and moved to his neck, his apprehension at being bound and helpless faded. Forming in its place was something else he was all too familiar with.

Infatuation.

He stared at the ceiling and fought the sudden urge to laugh. Fuck, what was wrong with him? He’d sworn off anything close to relationships after the last one ended in a dumpster fire. Like hell he was going to even think about getting involved with Vincent. As if it were even possible. This was a one-time deal. A bit of fun before the next semester started.

“Planning on kissing me all night?” he asked, his voice hitching as Vincent’s teeth grazed his neck. “Thought you were going to make my fantasy come to life?” Taunting the guy who had him tied up was probably a worse idea than letting a stranger tie him up in the first place, but at least it helped him keep his feet under him, instead of throwing himself at said stranger like a dumbass.

Vincent chuckled and lifted his head from Jasper’s neck. “Your mouth ever get you into trouble?”

Jasper grinned, his smartass response cut off by Vincent claiming his lips again. At least Vincent seemed to have a good sense of humor. And gods, he was such a good kisser. To the point that Jasper chased after Vincent when he pulled away.

“In the chair,” Vincent said, his voice a bit rougher.

Goose bumps broke out on Jasper’s arms; Vincent sounded as wrecked as Jasper felt. He barely even considered protesting as he took a seat.

Vincent stood in front of him and let out a slow breath. “Good boy.”

Jasper shivered at the warmth that traveled through him from the praise. He tipped his head up as Vincent touched his cheek and leaned into Vincent’s palm, still surprised by the gentle touches.

Vincent guided Jasper back against the chair with his fingertips against Jasper’s chest, then traced his thumb along Jasper’s lower lip. “Relax,” he said. He hooked a hand under Jasper’s knee and lifted it up and over the arm of the chair before leaning down.

Jasper squirmed at the awkward position, his eyes widening as Vincent secured something around his leg, above his knee. He let out a strangled sound as he tried to pull his knees back together, only to have his leg kept in place by the restraint.

“Shh,” Vincent soothed, running his fingers through Jasper’s hair. “I thought you wanted foreplay?” He pinched Jasper’s nipple, then secured his other leg to the opposite arm.