Guy flips him over and fuck yes, just like that. Jasper's never been so glad for his skinny ass before, when Guy tugs his pants down without even undoing them first, looking up at him for an answer, and is he serious?

"You heard that shit I was babbling a minute ago, right?" Jasper says, voice lust-rough and ragged. "'Anything you want?' Because yes, yeah, god, you can fuck me, Guy." He kicks his pants the rest of the way off, not caring where they land and hitches his hips up, bending a leg to give Guy better access.

"Fuck me, Guy," repeats Jasper, and it sounds better, hotter, every time he says it. "Use spit or whatever, I don't care. I can take it. I want it."