Page 33 of Epidermis

“Elskede,” Konrad said, stroking his jawline.

A chill raced down Jasper’s back. He didn’t know what Konrad had just said, but he’d spoken with so much emotion that Jasper felt it resonate in his own chest.

He took both of Konrad’s hands and placed them on the back of his own head, then met his eyes, letting his mouth go slack. Konrad gripped his curls and Jasper whined softly in encouragement. His lashes fluttered as Konrad gave a tentative thrust into his mouth, accepting the rare thing Jasper had offered to him, letting him have full control. Jasper was giving him his trust.

Konrad worked up from gentle thrusts to truly fucking Jasper’s mouth, and Jasper made muffled sounds of pleasure. He’d never let anyone do this before. He had never given anyone free rein over him. Konrad rewarded him with deep thrusts into his throat, making his eyes water constantly, coaxing a bead of precome to the tip of Jasper’s cock that dripped down onto the blanket.

Jasper was leaking all over himself from Konrad fucking his face. He felt like he should be ashamed or embarrassed, but the way Konrad looked down at him was like a shield, casting away anything that could hurt him. It allowed him to just be whatever he was, unconfined by fear or shame.

“Jasper,” Konrad groaned, and oh, he was beautiful without his composure. He panted as he eased Jasper off his cock. “Lie down.”

Jasper slid further back onto the bed and did as he was told. He reached above his head, twisting the edge of the pillowcase around his fingers as he watched Konrad take a small bottle from his discarded suit jacket. He grinned. “Presumptuous, were we?”

“Hopeful.” Konrad knelt on the bed between his legs, looking him over. “You’re comfortable being penetrated?”

Jasper almost laughed at how he was just getting right to the point without any flowery words for once, before he realized what that question implied. “Konrad,” he said thickly. “Are you saying you would let me fuck you?”

“I would let you do anything.”

“I… fuck. Good to know. But right now, I want you inside me.”

Konrad smiled at Jasper’s reaction, probably amused that Jasper hadn’t even considered the alternative. He spread Jasper’s knees further apart and poured lube over his fingers. Jasper had perhaps made assumptions about Konrad’s preferred role, but his brain was rapidly correcting that. He imagined Konrad fighting to take all of him. If he did manage it, he would no doubt be a sweaty, shaking mess by the time Jasper was all the way inside him. Jasper wondered how wet Konrad’s cock would get when he fucked him.

“Jasper, darling, you’re looking at me like a wild animal,” Konrad said as he lay over him, his hand dipping between Jasper’s legs.

Jasper laughed. “Sorry. Was just thinking.”

“I wasn’t complaining.”

Konrad kissed him as his finger circled Jasper’s hole, teasing without pressing in. Jasper bit Konrad’s lip in protest, and Konrad indulged him, sliding his finger inside and smiling against his mouth when Jasper’s back arched off the bed. He added a second finger and Jasper moaned at the stretch.

“Look at you, so eager. You’re being so good for me,” Konrad said, and curled his fingers against Jasper’s prostate.

Jasper’s whole body jolted, his legs quivering and his mouth falling open. “Konrad.” He’d said it so much that he worried Konrad would grow tired of his own name by the time the night was over.

He didn’t know when Konrad added a third finger. Konrad was methodically fucking him with them, hitting his prostate every time, driving Jasper so close to orgasm that he started to seriously doubt if he would make it until Konrad was inside him without coming. He grasped at Konrad’s shoulder, his other hand maintaining its death grip on the pillow above his head. Konrad kissed him again and withdrew his fingers. He clearly knew what Jasper needed, what his frantic touch pleaded for.

Konrad made sure his cock was sufficiently slick and then grabbed Jasper’s legs. He pushed his knees back until they almost met Jasper’s chest. “Hold these for me, darling.”

Jasper did, and they both let out sounds of pure need as soon as Konrad’s cock started to press into him. Konrad slowly went deeper, whispering things Jasper didn’t think were English, and Jasper was breathing so fast he might have been a single missed gasp from not breathing at all. He was overwhelmed. Willingly so, wonderfully so, but it stole the air from his lungs and tightened his throat like a vise.

“Shhh, elskede. I’ve got you.” Konrad hitched Jasper’s legs over his shoulders, freeing Jasper’s hands to anchor themselves to whatever he could reach.

Jasper managed one deep breath before Konrad bottomed out, and it spilled from him in the shape of Konrad’s name. He clawed at Konrad’s shoulder and heard stitches pop in the pillowcase he was twisting. Konrad wasn’t moving, just petting Jasper’s hair while Jasper adjusted to the blistering fullness. Except Jasper didn’t want to adjust, he wanted Konrad to fuck him.

“I’m fine, just—please, please move.” Jasper’s words rang more impatient than pleading, but at least attempting to ask nicely seemed to be enough. Konrad started with slow, shallow thrusts, but even those were enough to have Jasper’s nails digging welts into Konrad’s arm. “Come on,” he whispered, gazing at Konrad with open desperation. “I’m not gonna break.”

Konrad looked tempted for a moment to take that as a challenge, and however fleeting the expression was, it made Jasper wonder what it would take to get Konrad to let loose on him.

He whimpered as Konrad pulled almost all the way out. Then he slammed back in, his low groan eclipsing Jasper’s breathless cry as his back arched, too much air knocked out of him to make a sound. Jasper shifted his grip to Konrad’s back and dug his nails in gratefully. He was a rough lover. Not because he was a sadist, but because he got so overloaded with sensation that he had to let it out somehow. Pleasure made him feral. Many couplings had been spent with his nails digging into the bed or his teeth sinking into his lip because, understandably, not many partners appreciated being maimed for their efforts.

Konrad was different. Where Jasper expected reprimand, Konrad looked reverent as Jasper’s nails bit into his flesh, fucking him harder for it. He started to thrust like he meant it.

“Oh my god,” Jasper moaned, surprised to hear the words tumbling from his lips. He wasn’t usually a talker during sex. “Yes, like that, don’t fucking stop.”

Konrad’s next thrust was hard enough to make Jasper think he was being chastised for being so demanding, and he pulled long scratches down Konrad’s shoulder blade in reply. He smiled as his legs were tossed down so Konrad could kiss him. It was such an affectionate kiss for the way Konrad was fucking him, not rough, but still so deep and steady that Jasper knew he’d be feeling it for the rest of the night.

“Konrad. I can’t… I’m not going to last,” he said, his voice wrecked.