"Ah," Jasper gasps when the kiss breaks and shit, shit, this is getting really close.

He pulls back for a second, letting Guy pull his shirt off, too, because fuck, they should both at least be naked when he loses it like a fucking sixteen year old. But he presses down against Guy, chest to chest and, unfortunately still clothed cock to cock, and the words fall out of him as unconscious as breathing, as easy as the moan that rolls up in his throat when Guy grinds up against him like... fuck, like that.

"Don't, Christ," Jasper's panting and he doesn't care. "Don't you fucking dare be gentle with me. Don't make me wait for you, god, please..."