Christ, Guy is strong, and Jasper has no idea how he manages to be so coordinated still; rolling them until Jasper's on his knees over Guy's body, and oh, oh fuck... He drops his head, half-collapsing, half-bracing himself against Guy's chest, trying to remember how breathing works; but he can't stop his hips from moving, and the change in angle means that every time they do, Guy's cock hits just right, just there, and Jasper's breath is forced out of him all over again.

He's stuttering against Guy's skin, making helpless noises; crazy, needy sounds too fractured to be words, but he thinks Guy understands anyway. And when Guy trails his hand up Jasper's side, Jasper catches it, guides it down to his ass; wordlessly suggesting that Guy hold on.

"Yeah," he encourages, and starts fucking for real, driving his hips back hard and fast.