“I don’t mind rough,” Jasper murmured, cracking his eyes open to watch Vincent’s hands. “But I don’t see how pain can be pleasurable.”

Vincent chuckled. “I see.” He moved a hand up to Jasper’s nipple, circling a finger around it. “Maybe I’ll show you sometime,” he said, rubbing the nipple between his fingers and then squeezing it.

Jasper bit back a groan as his head dropped to Vincent’s shoulder, sure he’d fall over if Vincent weren’t standing there. Why was it so hard to keep his balance with his arms trapped behind him? “You assume there’ll be a next time.” He tried to sound taunting, but the words came out breathless.

“Not enjoying this?”

Jasper valiantly tried to think of a smartass response, but then Vincent found both his nipples and tugged, and coherent thought abandoned him. He whimpered, his knees threatening to give out on him too. The low, rich sound of Vincent’s laugh in his ear didn’t help in the least. “Fucker,” he moaned.

Vincent tsked and pulled his hands away. He tangled his fingers in Jasper’s hair instead and gave a sharp tug. “You have a strange way of showing your appreciation. Don’t tell me you don’t know at least basic etiquette.”

Jasper shivered, surprised at the intensity of the arousal that shot through him and pooled in his gut from the tug. “Yes,” he said, moaning at the pointed jerk Vincent gave his hair. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good boy,” Vincent said, releasing him. He dragged blunt nails down Jasper’s back and stepped around him, glancing down with a smirk. “You sure seem to be enjoying yourself.”

“Fuck you, Sir,” Jasper replied lightly, because he could.

Vincent snorted, then grasped Jasper’s chin, and tipped his head back. “I should have known you’d need a gag,” he said, pressing two fingers past Jasper’s lips. “For now this will do.”

Jasper’s eyes widened, and he let out a muffled curse around Vincent’s fingers. What the hell? He tried to pull away, but Vincent held his chin in a firm grip, moving his fingers in and out in quick thrusts. When he finally pulled them away, they were slick with saliva. Jasper hardly had time to tell Vincent off for putting his fingers in Jasper’s mouth before those same fingers were rubbing against his entrance.

“Oh fuck,” he gasped. He arched into Vincent with a strangled whimper as a single finger pressed into him.

“I would have enjoyed playing with you more, but you obviously have no desire for foreplay,” Vincent said, as if he were commenting on the weather. “I might have even sucked you off, but if all you want is a quickie, I’ll give you what you want.”