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Jasper fucks the same way he fights: rough, fast and silent.

He doesn't talk much when he does, but that's probably what turns Henry on so much. He enjoys the sounds he makes, the little breathless huffs and grunts that leave his chest with every powerful thrust aimed right at his prostate.

It makes his eyes roll back and his jaw fall slack.

They're in their kitchen when it all happens, with Henry awkwardly laying on the marble countertop near the stove while Jasper fucks him fast, making the surface shake and every single object on it rattle along too.

He's stronger, broader and much bigger than Henry in so many ways…and the blonde loves to fantasize about it for hours. The way his big hands hold both his slim hips so easily as they pull him back onto his cock, the way the strength of his thrusts makes his skin jiggle and the soft, supple rolls of flesh over his stomach wave with every movement, the way the tendons in his neck flex or a drop of sweat runs down his brow and his jaw slides forward whenever he bites his upper lip in concentration, the thick blonde curls all over his chest and body…

He adores him.

“F-Fuck, faster” Henry orders, head thrown back in bliss, hands holding firmly the edge of the table he's laying on. 

Jasper huffs a chuckle, “Where are your manners, Hen? Now you gonna boss me around even when I'm pounding you in the kitchen?”.

“I don't-…s-stop being so vulgar all the time, man, jesus!”.

“Oh please, you fucking love it”.

He's right, he loves it. He loves when Jasper has a filthy mouth, when he calls him his whore and fucks him around the house like a toy. He loves it when they fight and argue and end up fucking like this, venting all their frustrations and unspoken words into a primal and vulgar act like this.

Jasper seems distracted, focused only on chasing his own pleasure, head bowed low and eyes closed, Henry can barely see his face like this. “Are you still- Ahh-! m-mad at me?” he hisses, his knuckles now turning white as his grip gets harder.

Jasper doesn't respond, he grunts instead before moving his hands from his hips to his toned thighs, fingers digging into the solid flesh and muscle as he spreads them wider to make more space for him to breed him.

“Ahh! F-Fuck, wait-!” Henry moans, hands no longer gripping the edge of the table but rather blindly grabbing and sliding miserably over the smooth marble surface.

“You said you wanted faster, I'm giving you faster” Jasper huffed, clearly with a sour tone, “I always give you everything you want, don't i? You only keep me around to follow orders and please you after all, might as well do it right”.

Henry actually whines this time, brows furrowed and eyes struggling to look up, “J-Jasper, that's not-...”.

“So what else do you want, Hen? C'mon, tell me” the other growls, hips suddenly coming to an alt and moving into a circular motion instead, sloooowly stirring up his guts with his cock.

Henry rolls his eyes back again, a languid and pathetic whine leaving his lips.

“I'm still waiting” Jasper reminds him, “Spit it out, golden boy of Dystopia, what is it that you want from me, uh? To hurt you? To fuck you sensless like the whore you are? To stuff you full of cum and fucking breed you?”.

“K-Kiss me, please-!”.

The request actually comes out as a surprise, Jasper doesn't know how to respond to that, it's not exactly the kind of filthy plea he was expecting from him but…

“Please Jasper” Henry cries again, voice trembling, “Please, it's been so long, just once….”.

Somehow Jasper follows the order embarrassingly fast, not even needing to think twice. No matter how much he'll claim to have moved on and no longer feel the need to serve and please, deep down he still has that burning itch to always satisfy others, to always be liked, to be appreciated…to be desired.

He captures Henry's lips into a surprisingly tender kiss, the blonde immediately taking the opportunity to wrap both arms around his wide shoulders and dragging him down with him.

Jasper's weight on top of him feels both comforting and terrifying at the same time; he could crush him so easily, and yet he doesn't.

He could never hurt him, even if he tried.

Henry tilts his head to the side, deepening the kiss and moaning into it. Hands running up and down his bare back before finally finding his curls and tangling in them. Jasper bites his lower lip in response, tugging at it with a growl as he pounds faster, harder, making the countertop surface rattle.

“I know you're still mad at me, Jasper” Henry huffs between kisses, teeth clashing together and tongues tasting each other. He licks his prominent jaw, biting it as he gasps for air, “I can make it up to you, I swear, whatever it is that- Ahhh-! W-Whatever you need, anything, anything you want baby, anything”.

“Oh yeah?” Jasper groans low, lifting the other man's legs higher and literally bending Henry in half, his cock now sliding so much deeper and hitting a burning spot inside him that makes him see stars.

“Alright, i want you to stay home with me then” the blonde smirks, angling his thrusts deeper and with more precision, baring his teeth in concentration.

“Aghh-! Mhhhh-! F-Fuck, can't we….shit, can't we talk about this?” Henry moans.

Jasper chuckles, “But we ARE talking about it”, the obscene background noise of his hips clapping repeatedly against his ass only making that statement even more perverse and embarrassing.

“I mean-...I mean, actual talking, like actual mature people” Henry says exasperated, fighting with his literal life to not whine or roll his eyes in the back of his skull again, “Fuck I think….I think I'm close, fuck-!”.

“Oh no you're not” Jasper is quick to sneak a hand between his thighs and roughly squeeze Henry's cock at the base, fingers cruelly pinching tightly, “You don't get to cum until you answer me first”.

Henry actually melts with a whiny cry this time, eyes wet and hair a mess. His head drops forward to rest against Jasper's wide shoulder, nails dragging across his broad back and leaving red scratches in their wake.

“What….what do you want from me, Jasper?” he whines against his shoulder, hugging and squeezing the other man so tight it nearly knocks the air out of him.

“I want everything” the other answers with a low, gravelly whisper in his ear, “I want your everything, everything you could possibly give me, Hen. Everything i can own, everything I can touch, and bite and fuck”.

Jesus Christ…

Henry moans languidly again, the pitch of his voice growing embarrassingly higher this time.

And then Jasper's thrusts pick up again, fast and rough and so fucking perfect. The angle hits him right in the guts, making his skin burn and feel feverish with arousal.

“Why do you want to abandon me so bad, uh?” the blonde then asks, catching him by surprise, “You got another man waiting for you back in Swellview? Mh?”.

“N-No no, what? That's not-!”.

“Is he cooler than me? Stronger than me? Is that why you were never around our place at night?” Jasper keeps asking in his ear, almost amused, “You were too busy getting fucked like a little whore by some other dude out there who's more intelligent and more good looking than me?”.

“Jasper, STOP IT!” Henry finally barks back, both hands grabbing solidly at his face now, keeping him perfectly still as he looks at him straight in the eyes, “There was never another man! God, you're so stupid!”.

Jasper smirks, those piercing, squinted eyes literally driving him insane, “Oh so now I'm stupid too, uh?”.

“YES!” Henry cries, “God I fucking…I fucking hate you so much sometimes, man!” his voice breaks, a hand coming up to slap at his shoulder but clearly going too soft to even remotely hurt him, he does it weakly intentionally.

“I fucking hate it when you don't understand just how much I love you” the hero continues, his throat feels clogged up and his Adam's apple bobs with difficulty, “I hate it when you purposely pretend to not understand just how much i love you, how much i love being near you, close to you, how much I love being touched by you and to be kissed by you and to fight crime with you and…and…”.

Jasper has stopped moving a long time ago, now basically standing still curled on top of the other man, staring directly into his eyes, brows furrowed.

“I love you…so so fucking much Jasper, I love you so much it's insane…and it fucking hurts that you don't realize that” the other sobs, “Why can't you see that?”.

Jasper gulps, he fights tears as his chest begins to move up and down, “Well you…” he takes a moment, “You have a funny way of showing it sometimes..…I didn't know that abandoning me and leaving our crime fighting dream and all our plans for the future together behind was your idea of showing love”.

Henry remains silent, his lips trembling.

“All I'm asking is why” Jasper adds, suddenly serious, “Why do you have to leave me like this? What about our plans and everything we had? Did that ever mean anything to you at all?”.

“Christ of course it did, of course Jasper!” Henry exclaims, “But things….things have been hard for me lately….I have to figure out who I'm trying to become as a person by myself…I'm trying to explore more about my powers and who i really want to be in life…and i need to do this alone…you understand?”.

“It's just….” Jasper hides his face by bowing his head down again, “I'm gonna miss you so fucking much, i don't know how I'm gonna do this without you…”.

Henry doesn't need to be told twice, he grabs Jasper by the nape of his neck and gently pulls him into another kiss; this time it's sweeter, more tender and almost intimate.

He can feel Jasper sobbing against his lips, and his heart skips a beat at the noise.

He's a mess, they're both a mess…but maybe that's what makes them so perfectly whole together.

“Please listen to me, Jasper” the hero murmurs against his lips once their kiss breaks, “No matter where I'll go, who I will fight or who i might become one day….you will always be mine, and i will always be yours…we belong to each other, and distance, nor any other challenge in life, could ever keep us apart that easily…understood?”.

Jasper nods, he has wet streaks running down his warm cheeks; Henry kisses his face in return, wrapping both arms around his shoulders and pulling him into a desperate hug.

He feels Jasper hugging him back, his strong arms curling around his frame and squeezing him tightly. 

He feels safe now.

“I'm so sorry, I'm such a fucking dick” Jasper murmurs against the other man's shoulder, “I don't know what came over me….I'm such a fucking mess I don't even-...”.

“Shhh, it's ok” Henry reassures him, “I love you….i love you so much, Jasper”.

“I love you more” Jasper confesses, arms squeezing him even tighter, “I love you i love you i love you I love you i love you…..”.

When Jasper begins to move again it's different, it's slower and his movements are careful and sloppy.

Henry digs his nails deeper into the skin of his back, trying to pull him impossibly closer, begging him to go deeper, to get even closer, to hug him even tighter. He wants more, more more more…

“Yes, yes fuck, that's perfect” Henry gasps, jaw slack and forehead pressed tightly against his shoulder as the other fucks him just right, hitting all the right spots and nearly driving him insane, “Just like that, yessss…ohhh, i love you”. Jasper is quiet again, but he still replies with tender kisses and pecks all over the other man's skin, biting and lapping at his neck, sliding down and sucking a hardened nipple into his mouth.

That drives Henry insane, his legs tremble and his voice gets whinier. “Fuh-fuck, I'm almost there….I'm…ahhh”.

“Fuck, me too” Jasper agrees, lapping at the other man's nipple one last time before pulling off and kissing his way back up to his lips again, tongues entwining once more.

Jasper's palm is warm and tight around his cock and it only takes a couple more careful twists to actually have Henry coming with a languid hiccup, abdomen spasming as he paints it with his cum.

Jasper isn't too far behind, the way Henry tightens around him to milk him drives him insane and it makes his eyes roll back. He pushes as deep as he can get and then stays there, biting into a shoulder as he finally cums too.

“Fuck-! Ohh God….fuck, yeah” he huffs breathless, body shaking. Henry would rather die than admit it, but deep down he actually loves the feeling of Jasper coming inside him; it makes him feel wanted, desired…owned.

“Fuck that's so good” he gasps, dropping boneless with his back over the countertop and mindlessly dragging Jasper along with him. The latter rests his sweaty face against Henry's moving chest, catching his breath and smiling with satisfaction.

He doesn't want to pull out yet, he wants to linger on the feeling of Henry's warmth as much as possible; he wants to remember the feeling of marking him, of being inside him, of nearly touching his core with his cock.

“God, I love you” he murmurs, to which Henry replies by running a lazy hand over his hair and playing with his curls, “Please….let's stay like this for a while…I need it”.

They may have personal issues, and they may not be perfect…but that night Jasper, while resting against Henry's chest and listening to his heartbeat, realizes that there's probably nothing out there that could ever be able to keep them apart. They've already faced so many challenges together before, this was nothing in comparison…

This was only going to be the beginning of a new chapter for them.