“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.

Jasper whimpered as Vincent stepped back, his skin tingling as Vincent’s intense gaze took in every inch of him. He was utterly exposed and helpless and… fuck. He liked it. Something not quite panic and more intense than excitement coursed through him, settling in his gut. Whatever it was, he relaxed into it as easily as a warm bath.

It was liberating. This…. This was what he’d been wanting without really knowing how to get it.

Vincent ran his fingers through Jasper’s hair again with an approving murmur. “That’s it. Now the real fun can start.”

Jasper shivered and had a momentary thought that maybe he should be worried but decided to hell with it.

He had a safeword for a reason.

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