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“Nnh,” Steve whines, tossing his head to the side and pushing his nose into the pillow beneath him, shifting the liquid cotton which bolsters his head. His hands are thrown back and clinging onto the headboard for some semblance of stability, knuckles growing white under the pressure with which he clings to the wood, chest skipping with breaths. His hips twitch in much the same fashion, spasming with urgency and chasing something they cannot catch. The pinnacle of all of this, however, is his pinched expression: brows furrowed and eyes screwed shut like he's in pain, though his cut-off moans and gasps of surprise and wet lips tell a rather different story. Curls are clinging to his sweaty forehead like paint.
Jarvis smiles serenely down at the other man's naked body as he trails a bullet vibrator all about the inside of his waist, slowly allowing it to dance over his Adonis belt in a halo around his pulsing cock, yet never properly touching it (and thus not giving him what he wants). It weeps in charming desire as Jarvis, leaning back and braced on one hand as if admiring an exquisite painting, coaxes the toy the closest it's ever been to Steve's length, only to sluggishly trawl it away again through the beads of perspiration gathering upon his plump thigh. Steve lets out a noise like he's about to begin wailing, and Jarvis tilts his head curiously.
“Is there something you want to tell me, Steve?” he murmurs, rubbing the buzzing tip in tiny taunting circles below his navel, having let it journey along his frame once more. That little nook had been calling to him, and so he keeps ghosting it through the neatly trimmed hair there, feeling smug as Steve's stomach jumps at the contact.
“Nhh– hahh–” he pants in response, trying to snake his hips up in a dirty trick of a thrust. He would have connected with the vibrator had Jarvis not ripped it away in an instant, the toy perched delicately between his forefinger and thumb as he raises a brow down at a flustered, agitated, whimpering Steve, who lowers himself back onto the bed in aroused disappointment.
“I thought I told you to wait, and to follow my — quite clear — instructions. Or did that go in one ear and out the other?” Jarvis asks pointedly, still holding the thing aloft and settling for petting over the inside of Steve's calf instead, in a deceptively soothing motion designed only to rile him up more. And that succeeds, as it sends Steve's heels digging into the quilted blanket of Jarvis's bed, his toes curling as he strains all his muscles, gritting his teeth with a subdued growl. Jarvis clicks his tongue in faux sorrow.
“Ah. I suppose I'll take it away, then–”
“No! No, please, please… ah, it feels so good…” Steve hiccups, huffing heavily as he tries to forcibly relax his body. This is one of the cuter things Jarvis has seen him do: Steve visibly attempts to flatten his legs and spine, and slumps poorly into the sheets. He hardly succeeds, but Jarvis is much too fond of him, and decides to cut him some slack as he scoots forth, situated farther between the other's legs and tapping the humming toy onto the outside of his limb, towards his flank. It has Steve twisting with a pacified, “Mmh…”
Jarvis gives him a moment's calm before uttering, “ Was there something you wanted to tell me, Steve? Is there anywhere that you might… want this?” He wags the vibrator mockingly, an impish grin overtaking his face at the sight of how red and glistening Steve is, how his blush has soared down to his chest because of Jarvis's ministrations. He looks absolutely ravishing, like if Jarvis were to lean down right now and suck his flesh into his mouth, he'd taste divine: of ambrosia and sugar and sweetness alike, on a silver platter before him. And this has his own prick throbbing immensely, his head spinning alongside it, but he valiantly pushes it down to put Steve first tonight.
Steve looks almost confused for a second, like words hadn't occurred to him while they've been doing this, and to speak them would be pointless (which Jarvis vaguely agrees with), but then exciting realisation dawns upon his handsome face. He struggles for another moment, before whispering hoarsely, looking beyond thrilled to humiliate himself in front of Jarvis, “Please… please touch my cock.”
“You were speaking a bit quietly, Steve. I don't think I heard you,” Jarvis purrs, staring down at where his digits cavort throughout the enticing surfaces of Steve's lower half, eyes fluttering as that sensual knot tightens in his gut whilst watching the way Steve's erection twitches at his cruelty. It twitches more, when he flutters the vibrator closer and keeps it there, just enough to make the skin beside it tremble and kiss half of his length, until Jarvis is rocketing it away again.
“Ahh, please, J-Jarvis– I want you to– to touch me,” Steve sobs.
“I am touching you.”
“God, Jarvis, just fucking– please, touch my cock!” he yelps loudly, and so loud, in fact, that it would have startled Jarvis had they not been in a private place. It sends the blood rushing from his head down south until he’s momentarily fraught with titillating vertigo. Steve's face is beyond glowing, ruby-coloured and sparkling in the low light of his lamp, entire body shaking with how much he wants this, and how much he wants Jarvis. It’s quite convincing.
It is also unspeakably stirring, and Jarvis supposes he has been doing this to him for the better part of an hour, so he'll give him some sort of reward for now– even if it shall be fleeting, as he's just going to retract it again. He needs Steve pushed to his limits and straining to cum until all he can remember is Jarvis's name. He needs Steve , he thinks, panting as lust finally overtakes him. He edges even closer to his bassist, knee nearly brushing the other's arse as he folds his legs easily to fit himself into this sweltering space, so he might reach him from a less strenuous position. Anticipation gnaws at him, and he suppresses a smirk.
“Ohh, alright. So you want it here? On this pretty thing?” Jarvis breathes with glee, landing the bullet square on Steve’s frenulum, pushing its unforgiving rippling harshly into the sensitive flesh.
Steve nearly screams, thrashing before locking up and tensing like a man possessed, his tip drooling thick strings of precum that stick to his belly like syrup and pool in the dips of his freckled abdomen. Jarvis almost drools himself as he watches, mouth agape, whilst Steve's knees try to close (and fail, as Jarvis is in the middle of them), and his cock jerks of its own accord, and his groans fill the room like rattling gold. He stifles his own gasp and chews his lip, and observes: Steve's so tight all over, squirming like his life depends on it as his jaw drops and his eyes squint, watering in acceptance of his prize.
He's so utterly beautiful that Jarvis gets distracted until Steve fucks his hips particularly hard into the vibrator, unbalancing him for a flash.
Surprised he’d lost himself in the motions, he's about to lift it off and watch with interest as Steve descends back into the fuzzy sadness of a lost orgasm, but it's too late, and the second he looks down, Steve's done. He swears and his cock spasms, spurting out quick jets of semen onto the plane of his stomach and arching into the touch, as Jarvis now holds the toy firmly in place to draw it out as long as he can. Seeing him jolt and kick and cry in the throes of bliss is inconceivably hot, and he can't help but now grab himself through the barrier of his fleecy trousers, alleviating some of the desperation by rubbing his slit through velvet.
Tears drip down Steve's face and he rubs them off in the pillowcase as he comes down, still shuddering from the angry press of the vibrator into his penis. Right as it tips just this side of too much, though, Jarvis flings it away and lets it thump gently into the blankets. Steve sags, looking exhausted as he drags his hands away from the headboard and drops them to either side of his body, chest heaving, warm with sex. He is splendidly ruined.
“You came early,” Jarvis mutters, shifting forth to plant a hand above each of Steve's shoulders and to hover above him without grazing the mess below, staring down at him in what he hopes is an imposing manner (disregarding the bulge between his legs). Steve meets that stare in a daze, raising his brows sleepily, decidedly unimpressed. He then fiddles with Jarvis's sleeve in an absent, albeit loving way, drifting to the side.
“You try being subjected to that for a bloody hour,” he sighs, shutting his big brown eyes tiredly and coasting his hand up to Jarvis's shoulder, like he means to pull him down. But Jarvis sidles back instead, closer to his earlier position and now sat atop his haunches. Steve seems to harbour no complaint about this as he gazes at him briefly, and though he raises his head and looks vaguely inquisitive, he still flops back into the cushions in resignation with a light puff of exertion, evidently ready to pass out.
Jarvis worries his lip some more, eyeing the toy from where it'd plumped upon his bed, and thinks about what it'd feel like on his cock for that long. It makes his heart pound, and he says, "Maybe." And then he’s descending upon Steve's softening dick again to clean it off with his mouth, making him shout and convulse with exasperated pleasure.