Jasper screams against his own skin, shoving his wrist in his mouth to muffle it and biting down hard because fuck...

Yeah, that exactly. And it hurts so bad he's seeing stars, but the pain is already fading; subsiding to the sensation of Guy inside him, fucking him, filling him up until Jasper can't feel anything else. Not the dirty rocks digging into his back; the sharp burn of that first thrust; the horrible hollow loneliness he's been carrying for the last few weeks... it's all washed away by the movement of Guy's hips, snapping into his body, and the way Jasper's legs wind up across his broad back, heels digging into the muscle there and keeping him close.

Jasper arches his neck back, exposing his throat and grinding his head against the stone but he doesn't care. Not as long as Guy keeps moving.

"Yes, yes, Guy," he gasps, surrendering completely.