Chapter 34: Giving in

Jasper paused as he walked through his bedroom door after the baseball game. Harry was lying on his stomach on their bed, immersed in reading a very old book. The young man was preoccupied with something, but had, at the same time, never been so serene since they'd known each other. Jasper felt the venom invading his mouth, he was finding it harder and harder to ignore his instincts and not finalize his bond with his soulmate, but he knew he couldn't transform him without signing his own death warrant, so he took it upon himself.

Harry felt his vampire's burning gaze on him and smiled before he even looked up. He loved the feeling of being desired and loved by this man, and that he was able to make him feel it with a glance. He turned and swallowed, the sportswear was sticking to the Texan's skin, mud embedded in it, as well as on his skin and in his hair. Jasper's clothes were usually well put together, his hair neatly arranged and his skin smooth, so seeing him like this didn't leave Harry indifferent. He stood up, put his arms around his companion's neck and raised his head to claim a kiss, which was gladly given.

"The shower's big enough for two," Harry whispered.

Jasper growled, dying for it, but not wanting to risk hurting or biting Harry. He kissed the wizard feverishly, gluing their bodies together, before releasing him and taking a step back.

"I don't want to hurt you," he apologized.

Harry watched him go, disappointed, but determined to get what he wanted. Jasper wanted it too, he just had to convince him that he wouldn't hurt him. Decided, he cast several spells on himself, the bed and the room, put the book away, stripped off his clothes to just his boxers and entered the bathroom after hearing the water turn off.

His breath caught when he discovered Jasper, the towel around his hips. It was the first time he'd seen him so naked, and to say the least, he liked what he saw. Jasper's fine musculature was well defined without being bulging, and his porcelain skin was scarred, giving him a wild side. His eyes followed a drop of water that slid from the right clavicle down the vampire's pectoral, across his abs and lost itself in the line of blond hair that disappeared beneath the towel. Harry swallowed as he noticed the lump forming under the towel.

Jasper remained motionless, knowing that he was finding it harder and harder to resist his soulmate, his desire for him growing stronger by the day as his fear and will weakened. Although he saw the young man's body in boxer shorts every night when he went to bed, he never tired of tasting with his eyes his subdued skin, this slim body where the musculature was not obvious, but very present, this torso covered with brown fleece, these narrow hips and firm buttocks, not to mention his emotions, nor his reactions.

At last, Harry pulled himself together and moved towards his future lover, or so he hoped. He stopped a few inches from him, placed his hands on his hips and ran his fingers over his skin along the towel.

"Do you want to?" he whispered.

Jasper didn't need him to clarify what he was talking about, his emotions and actions screamed his desire for him.

"Yes, but…"

"Shh, do you trust me?"

"Yes, I trust you."

"Then let me. You won't hurt me."

Jasper nodded, still apprehensive, but his companion trusted what he'd just told him and he was tired of fighting his urges and instincts. Harry captured his lips, delighted, and untied the towel, which fell to the floor. Without ever leaving the vampire's lips, he drew him into the bedroom, caressed his torso, his hips, his buttocks. He led him to the bed and, with pressure on his torso, told him to lie down. The wizard removed his boxer shorts under the burning gaze of his soulmate.

Jasper swallowed; he wanted Harry terribly, to take this step with him, but he'd never had sex before and was afraid of losing control. Harry smiled at him, aware of his fears, got down on all fours above him, without touching him, and placed his mouth under his ear.

"If you're afraid of hurting me, hold the headboard. And tell me if you want to stop." breathed Harry before tasting the cold skin.

Jasper immediately brought his arms up over his head and grabbed the bars of the headboard to pull on them. He was relieved to see that they didn't give way and, even though he regretted not touching Harry, he held on to make sure he didn't hurt him. Just seeing him naked above him made him want to pin him underneath him and take him without restraint, but for nothing in the world would he indulge that fantasy as long as Harry was human.

The naughty mouth moved down his jaw and neck, until it reached his chest and the little knobs of flesh. Harry began to lick one as one of his hands encircled both their erections and began a slow movement. Jasper tensed on the bars at the contact, which sent shocks of pleasure throughout his body. He bit his lips to limit his moans and, without forgetting to keep his hands on the bars, let himself go to these new sensations. He felt as if his whole body was warming up and his heart was almost beating again as the pleasure surged through him.

Harry almost came on the spot when he raised his head, so frustrated had he been these last few months, so much did these few caresses affect him, and above all, so erotic was the vision of Jasper biting his lips to keep from making noise.

"I've soundproofed the room, so no one will hear us," the wizard murmured to him, accentuating his wrist movement a little.

Jasper then let himself moan his appreciation while arching his back a little.

"Harry," gasped the vampire.

"Do you want more?"

Once again, the sight of his lover nodding almost made the young man come, but he barely restrained himself and rested his mouth on the delicious skin with its wild, metallic notes. He ran it greedily down the well-shaped torso, followed the chocolate bars with his tongue and nibbled the tempting groin. He devoutly kissed the inner thighs and the scars there, working his way up them like a staircase to the forbidden fruit.

Jasper felt as if Harry was leaving a pleasant trail of lava in his wake; it was as if he was coming alive again under his attentions. He was, however, tightening his grip on the bars, and although he had no desire for his lover to stop, quite the contrary, an alarm was beginning to sound in his mind.

Harry licked his lips, like a cat in front of a bowl of milk, and placed his tongue on the testicles to run it up the turgid penis. Jasper grunted in mingled surprise and pleasure, covering the crack that came from the bed. He no longer thought about the risk he was taking; all he wanted now was for his mate to deepen his oral caress... which he did without delay. Harry tasted it with the tip of his lips before letting them marry the phallic shape and move down around it until the member touched the back of his palate. He felt like he was tasting the best candy he'd ever been given and began to work his way back up, swirling his tongue around it to make sure he didn't miss any part. He placed a hand on his own sex, aching to be ignored, and matched his rhythm to that of his mouth. Never had he taken so much pleasure in sucking someone.

The vampire arched his back with a grunt, the bed creaked, a rung flew across the room. The iron hand came to rest on the ebony hair and held it as the pale hips began to move of their own accord. Jasper's mind was too far gone to realize what was happening. All he knew was that he'd never felt anything so good, but also that he needed more.