No. He won't stop teasing.

But he might make Jasper beg.

And with that he slides both fingers in, at once, hands with the smooth skill of a doctor, a musician. Elegance, but all of it unconscious, because in this case he can't think of anything but the warmth of Jasper's body, how his muscles twist against the invasion, and what it's going to be like sliding so deep inside him that Guy won't be able to breathe any longer.

Guy curls his fingers, his touch gentle and sure. There - just there.