"God, you do, don't you? You heartless fucking bastard," says Jasper, but there's no malice in it; nothing but the aching, shifting need pulsing through his body, making him twist and writhe against the rock, against Guy's hand.
"Make me," he sighs, barely audible over the rushing sound of the water, his heartbeat, and ah... it hurts a little, the way Guy is stretching him. And Jasper can't tell how many fingers he has buried in his ass, but he can tell when Guy tucks his thumb in; just barely, and it burns like hell, but he drives his hips down anyway, his own hand skimming up over his cock in a tight, fleeting stroke, and fuck. He can't take it, he can't take this, he needs...
"Please, Guy, please," Jasper begs, biting his own lips, clenching his teeth; wild and completely unselfconscious. "Fuck me, god please! Now, I need to feel you, please, fuck..." he trails off, pressing the back of his fist to his mouth, murmuring pleas and orders and prayers into his hand, hoping that Guy will have mercy on him.
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"Make me," he sighs, barely audible over the rushing sound of the water, his heartbeat, and ah... it hurts a little, the way Guy is stretching him. And Jasper can't tell how many fingers he has buried in his ass, but he can tell when Guy tucks his thumb in; just barely, and it burns like hell, but he drives his hips down anyway, his own hand skimming up over his cock in a tight, fleeting stroke, and fuck. He can't take it, he can't take this, he needs...
"Please, Guy, please," Jasper begs, biting his own lips, clenching his teeth; wild and completely unselfconscious. "Fuck me, god please! Now, I need to feel you, please, fuck..." he trails off, pressing the back of his fist to his mouth, murmuring pleas and orders and prayers into his hand, hoping that Guy will have mercy on him.