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Jesper smiles and parts his legs so Wilhelm can move between them easier, shrugging his vest off. He does have to snag a small bottle of lube from a secret pocket inside the vest, which he does and for now simply puts aside. It is a suggestion but not an insistence, an option if they want it, but pressure is not his way. All he ever wants is a good time for both of them.
He doesn't entirely know how experienced Wilhelm is; experienced enough to not be new to what they've done together so far, but he is easy-going. Always ready to adapt to his partner. And he wants to be good for Wilhelm, good to him, his pigeon so clearly needs that from someone, he can tell. Jesper returns the kiss with the heat he's searching for, his tongue stroking against Wilhelm's, tasting him deep.
He slides his hands down Wilhelm's shirt and around to cup his sweet little bottom, squeezing playfully before he pulls him forward and encourages him to climb onto Jesper's lap. He breaks their kiss only so he can start pushing Wilhelm's shirt off him eagerly, wanting that smooth soft skin underneath his mouth and fingers.
"I would love to show you anything, Wille, and I'll make it so good, I promise."
He doesn't entirely know how experienced Wilhelm is; experienced enough to not be new to what they've done together so far, but he is easy-going. Always ready to adapt to his partner. And he wants to be good for Wilhelm, good to him, his pigeon so clearly needs that from someone, he can tell. Jesper returns the kiss with the heat he's searching for, his tongue stroking against Wilhelm's, tasting him deep.
He slides his hands down Wilhelm's shirt and around to cup his sweet little bottom, squeezing playfully before he pulls him forward and encourages him to climb onto Jesper's lap. He breaks their kiss only so he can start pushing Wilhelm's shirt off him eagerly, wanting that smooth soft skin underneath his mouth and fingers.
"I would love to show you anything, Wille, and I'll make it so good, I promise."
Istredd smiles faintly. "I burned my classmate's hair off by accident. Almost all of it. I wasn't good at controlling air and blew it right into him. I wasn't able to control the fire at all then. Luckily the hair is the only thing that he lost, and it grew back. Very slowly." He has a dozen stories, at least one or two of every type of magic, that had to be failed at before mastering.
Harder stories too, than that one, but it's a light one on purpose. It's so Wilhelm understands this is all a stepping stone to where he'll get some day if he wants to. No one is just born good at this. Istredd maintains the fire and watches as Wilhelm works on the fire, determined and consistent, and he is genuinely impressed. It is a shift you can feel, when someone starts to excel at it.
Istredd pulls the fire back in, going from a wall down and down until he snuffs out the entire thing himself. He can do it faster, but he is intentionally doing it the way he showed Wilhelm, so he can see it work.
"That was impressive, Wilhelm. I want you to take a minute and really think about what you just accomplished. And then I want you to create the flame yourself and do the same thing with it."
Harder stories too, than that one, but it's a light one on purpose. It's so Wilhelm understands this is all a stepping stone to where he'll get some day if he wants to. No one is just born good at this. Istredd maintains the fire and watches as Wilhelm works on the fire, determined and consistent, and he is genuinely impressed. It is a shift you can feel, when someone starts to excel at it.
Istredd pulls the fire back in, going from a wall down and down until he snuffs out the entire thing himself. He can do it faster, but he is intentionally doing it the way he showed Wilhelm, so he can see it work.
"That was impressive, Wilhelm. I want you to take a minute and really think about what you just accomplished. And then I want you to create the flame yourself and do the same thing with it."
[it's hard when there aren't pictures to conserve the memories of loved ones, especially lost loved ones. wanda is sure that wilhelm must have plenty of pictures of his older brother—back home. as for wanda, she and pietro grew up without the possibility of saving any pictures; whatever albums they had, whatever cameras they used, they were all lost at one point or another.]
Maybe Steve could draw it for you. [she can't keep herself from saying.] Steve Rogers.
[and, as if to continue this pitch of why steve is the best choice for this... wanda creates from the horizon's nothing, a piece of paper with a sketch. a bust of pietro's face, his usual grin and the mirth in his eyes, messy hair. it's as perfect a rendition as it gets, and steve is very talented when it comes to drawing, even if it seems he's not the type.
being a soldier and all.
wanda turns the paper over for wilhelm to see.]
This was Pietro. My brother.
Maybe Steve could draw it for you. [she can't keep herself from saying.] Steve Rogers.
[and, as if to continue this pitch of why steve is the best choice for this... wanda creates from the horizon's nothing, a piece of paper with a sketch. a bust of pietro's face, his usual grin and the mirth in his eyes, messy hair. it's as perfect a rendition as it gets, and steve is very talented when it comes to drawing, even if it seems he's not the type.
being a soldier and all.
wanda turns the paper over for wilhelm to see.]
This was Pietro. My brother.
Jesper is easy to get lost in. Sinking into the kiss, Wilhelm sways into his touch. His back arches to meet the heat of those hands gliding all over him, goading him to take Jesper in greedy handfuls in return. Following the line of Jesper's inner thigh to its apex, he palms the front of his trousers to find the shape of his stiffening cock as he climbs into his lap.
All hazy sighs and soft smiles under the persuasion of Jesper's hands, he lifts his arms to allow him to pull his loose-fitting shirt off. The moment it's gone, he loops his arms around Jesper's shoulders, fingers fanning up his neck and plunging into his hair.
"I know," he breathes into his ear, dangling a kiss from the lobe. "You're always good to me, Jes."
For once, he's not thinking about Simon at all. It's easier now to close the door on those memories that once comprised the whole of his sexual experience. He's not mourning that he's kissed other boys more times than he ever got to kiss Simon either. He's left his melancholia out in the cold night air to shiver alone. As Wilhelm rolls his hips down onto Jesper and spills a sigh against his temple, he's thinking only about the boy who's keeping him warm right now.
All hazy sighs and soft smiles under the persuasion of Jesper's hands, he lifts his arms to allow him to pull his loose-fitting shirt off. The moment it's gone, he loops his arms around Jesper's shoulders, fingers fanning up his neck and plunging into his hair.
"I know," he breathes into his ear, dangling a kiss from the lobe. "You're always good to me, Jes."
For once, he's not thinking about Simon at all. It's easier now to close the door on those memories that once comprised the whole of his sexual experience. He's not mourning that he's kissed other boys more times than he ever got to kiss Simon either. He's left his melancholia out in the cold night air to shiver alone. As Wilhelm rolls his hips down onto Jesper and spills a sigh against his temple, he's thinking only about the boy who's keeping him warm right now.
In the flickering light of the fire, dimming as Istredd dismantles is, Wilhelm actually looks proud of himself. Then from that high, he comes spiraling down. Wax wings too close to the sun and all that. Anxiety cracks his expression, draws his hands into knots at his side.
"Okay, I'll...I'll try."
Closing his eyes, Wilhelm tries to keep his breathing measured, in and out like before, but his chest suddenly feels tighter. Everything feels tighter: his shoulders, the skin around his knuckles, the hall around him, which was so cavernous a moment ago. He tries to focus on what he's accomplished, as Istredd instructed. He'd called the fire to him; he'd controlled it; he'd dismissed it. He can do it again.
He tries to follow the same path that used to lead him to that inner flame. Grasp all the things that ignite his rage and let them burn. Drawing in a sharp breath, he feels a prickle of heat in his palm — and choking on it, he feels his stomach lurch.
His body isn't even really here; it's on his bed back in the castle. Here, his stomach is empty; you can't really eat in the Horizon. It's all in his head. But that's where the problem is too, some neural link sabotaging him when he tries to spark fire, some knot of trauma tangling him up.
He tries to push through it. His breathing breaks the confines of the careful intervals he's set, his stomach flops around like a fish out of water, and no flame comes. Finally, Wilhelm shakes his head. Frustrated, he holds his head in his hands. He says nothing, waiting for the nausea to still.
"Okay, I'll...I'll try."
Closing his eyes, Wilhelm tries to keep his breathing measured, in and out like before, but his chest suddenly feels tighter. Everything feels tighter: his shoulders, the skin around his knuckles, the hall around him, which was so cavernous a moment ago. He tries to focus on what he's accomplished, as Istredd instructed. He'd called the fire to him; he'd controlled it; he'd dismissed it. He can do it again.
He tries to follow the same path that used to lead him to that inner flame. Grasp all the things that ignite his rage and let them burn. Drawing in a sharp breath, he feels a prickle of heat in his palm — and choking on it, he feels his stomach lurch.
His body isn't even really here; it's on his bed back in the castle. Here, his stomach is empty; you can't really eat in the Horizon. It's all in his head. But that's where the problem is too, some neural link sabotaging him when he tries to spark fire, some knot of trauma tangling him up.
He tries to push through it. His breathing breaks the confines of the careful intervals he's set, his stomach flops around like a fish out of water, and no flame comes. Finally, Wilhelm shakes his head. Frustrated, he holds his head in his hands. He says nothing, waiting for the nausea to still.
Istredd can tell right away this is going to be the source of Wilhelm's problem for a long time. It isn't his magic that is truly the problem, it is all the emotions around it, and the anxiety it is creating. He is very in tune with other people, especially in his own domain, so he is concerned when he can tell something has gone wrong.
Stregobor would have been vicious. With mage training, going gentle was never an option. Their patience only lasted so long and if you didn't succeed, you had a much worse fate to live through. He pushed and Istredd sometimes pushes too, leading him to remember who he didn't want to be. Lucifer taunted him once, and it hit the mark. You were robbed of a choice, mm? Why should they get one? Because you didn't? It worked in getting under his skin, and it's why he closes the space between them.
"It's alright, Wilhelm. Take a deep breath, in and out." Without thinking about it, he puts a hand on Wilhelm's shoulder, gentle, supportive. Sometimes Stregobor did that too, but it was manipulative, and Istredd is not that. "Look at me." He hopes that Wilhelm will do exactly that, blue eyes apologetic. "I'm sorry, it was my fault. I pushed you too fast." This is a deeper trauma than he thought and a deeper trigger. He shouldn't be pushing when it was this hard to get Wilhelm here.
"We'll get there. It's a process. We're going to do this the opposite way. You tell me when you want to try that again. And until you do, we'll keep doing our fire manipulation training." Because that is what they were doing. Wilhelm was manipulating fire that Istredd himself created, but he was doing it well. They still have a lot to learn there. And by putting the power of choice in Wilhelm's hands about when he feels ready, it makes it less likely he'll get back to this place.
Stregobor would have been vicious. With mage training, going gentle was never an option. Their patience only lasted so long and if you didn't succeed, you had a much worse fate to live through. He pushed and Istredd sometimes pushes too, leading him to remember who he didn't want to be. Lucifer taunted him once, and it hit the mark. You were robbed of a choice, mm? Why should they get one? Because you didn't? It worked in getting under his skin, and it's why he closes the space between them.
"It's alright, Wilhelm. Take a deep breath, in and out." Without thinking about it, he puts a hand on Wilhelm's shoulder, gentle, supportive. Sometimes Stregobor did that too, but it was manipulative, and Istredd is not that. "Look at me." He hopes that Wilhelm will do exactly that, blue eyes apologetic. "I'm sorry, it was my fault. I pushed you too fast." This is a deeper trauma than he thought and a deeper trigger. He shouldn't be pushing when it was this hard to get Wilhelm here.
"We'll get there. It's a process. We're going to do this the opposite way. You tell me when you want to try that again. And until you do, we'll keep doing our fire manipulation training." Because that is what they were doing. Wilhelm was manipulating fire that Istredd himself created, but he was doing it well. They still have a lot to learn there. And by putting the power of choice in Wilhelm's hands about when he feels ready, it makes it less likely he'll get back to this place.
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Jesper strains up against his touch and smiles, running his hands over his pretty, soft body that he is getting used to now. Jesper loves learning his partners, he isn't a one-night stand person as a preference. What he knows about Wilhelm now is so much better than their first time, as glorious as that was. He feels a nice glow inside his chest when Wille says something so trusting, wanting to be deserving of that.
He grips Wilhelm by the ass and lifts him, turning fairly gracefully to put him on his back on the bed. He follows a moment later and crawls right on top of him, taking a few seconds to kiss him deeply, rocking his hips down against him so they can have nice friction. Jesper did promise to be ravished but it is so difficult when Wilhelm is beautiful and warm underneath him.
"You're so lovely, Wille." There is no doubting he means what he says, his gaze never stops being appreciative when he looks at him. Jesper is forced to scoot back though so he can undo Wilhelm's pants and tug him off, wanting nothing more than that pretty body to eat up with his eyes.
"Right now, what do you want, sweetheart? I can show you what it feels like to be inside me, or I can open you up and do the same." Jesper smirks at him, mischief in his silver eyes, as he reaches out and caresses his fingers along Wilhelm's cock. Just a tease. A thumb runs slowly on top of the head to distract him with a little pleasure.
"You can change your mind at any point, but I want to give you this, baby. I want to make you see stars." Not that they haven't already had plenty of incredible orgasms together. He knows this is far more intimate.
He grips Wilhelm by the ass and lifts him, turning fairly gracefully to put him on his back on the bed. He follows a moment later and crawls right on top of him, taking a few seconds to kiss him deeply, rocking his hips down against him so they can have nice friction. Jesper did promise to be ravished but it is so difficult when Wilhelm is beautiful and warm underneath him.
"You're so lovely, Wille." There is no doubting he means what he says, his gaze never stops being appreciative when he looks at him. Jesper is forced to scoot back though so he can undo Wilhelm's pants and tug him off, wanting nothing more than that pretty body to eat up with his eyes.
"Right now, what do you want, sweetheart? I can show you what it feels like to be inside me, or I can open you up and do the same." Jesper smirks at him, mischief in his silver eyes, as he reaches out and caresses his fingers along Wilhelm's cock. Just a tease. A thumb runs slowly on top of the head to distract him with a little pleasure.
"You can change your mind at any point, but I want to give you this, baby. I want to make you see stars." Not that they haven't already had plenty of incredible orgasms together. He knows this is far more intimate.
Obviously not, you silly boy.
[ Rhy admonishes, with emphatic warmth, and presses a kiss to Wilhelm's hair. ]
[ Rhy admonishes, with emphatic warmth, and presses a kiss to Wilhelm's hair. ]
[Leaning forward, Wilhelm studies the sketch with a seriousness that belongs in the hush of an art museum. Even on the paper, he can see the similarities that mark Pietro as Wanda's sibling. He nods, not because he thinks his approval matters, but because he...appreciates her sharing something so close to her heart with him. It's nice to be let in somewhere sacred.]
He looks like he's fun to be around.
[Was, he's supposed to say, but the past tense often cuts too sharp, weighs too heavy. With the first tentative sip of his tea, he considers Wanda's offer. He does have some photos of Erik in the house he's made for himself here in the Horizon, but it would be even better to have a reminder of his brother to keep in the castle.]
If your friend doesn't mind...I'd really like that. [A beat, his brow wrinkling.] But how, uh...how would I show him what Erik looks like?
He looks like he's fun to be around.
[Was, he's supposed to say, but the past tense often cuts too sharp, weighs too heavy. With the first tentative sip of his tea, he considers Wanda's offer. He does have some photos of Erik in the house he's made for himself here in the Horizon, but it would be even better to have a reminder of his brother to keep in the castle.]
If your friend doesn't mind...I'd really like that. [A beat, his brow wrinkling.] But how, uh...how would I show him what Erik looks like?
Istredd's hand on his shoulder acts as an anchor as Wilhelm gulps down air and tries to pull himself together. Tries not to puke, clamping his lips together and swallowing. Tries not to cry, pinching his eyes shut. His fingers tighten in his hair, and his elbows form a barricade around his face, through which he peeks when Istredd encourages him, Look at me. He feels weak, and stupid, and stuck.
"I don't get why I can't just do it," he mutters, the words burning in his throat. "I know nothing that bad can happen. It's not like my magic is powerful enough to do that on its own, but —"
He lets go of an unsteady breath, lets his arms swing away from his face. He steps back, eyes leaving Istredd.
"I don't know, I just get so freaked out."
Every time he reaches for that fire burning somewhere inside, he hurtles back to that searing moment fireballs swallowed Libertas and, as he did in the catatonic days that followed, he shuts down. He worries that he'll never be ready. The memory will never heal, but continue to fester. Istredd's offer is kind, but he's just prolonging the inevitable: eventually, he would realize that he has wasted his time on Wilhelm.
"I don't get why I can't just do it," he mutters, the words burning in his throat. "I know nothing that bad can happen. It's not like my magic is powerful enough to do that on its own, but —"
He lets go of an unsteady breath, lets his arms swing away from his face. He steps back, eyes leaving Istredd.
"I don't know, I just get so freaked out."
Every time he reaches for that fire burning somewhere inside, he hurtles back to that searing moment fireballs swallowed Libertas and, as he did in the catatonic days that followed, he shuts down. He worries that he'll never be ready. The memory will never heal, but continue to fester. Istredd's offer is kind, but he's just prolonging the inevitable: eventually, he would realize that he has wasted his time on Wilhelm.
He was the one always ready for a party.
[she appreciates that wilhelm is able to see the nature of pietro in this drawing. there's something exciting about being able to share the likeness of her brother to others, without having to rely on memories or spoken descriptions.
wanda smiles at that, knowing that it never gets quite easy talking about him, but the memories can still be good.]
—with magic, drawing out of your memories, perhaps? [it shouldn't be so complicated.] Steve Rogers. Maybe you've met him before.
[she appreciates that wilhelm is able to see the nature of pietro in this drawing. there's something exciting about being able to share the likeness of her brother to others, without having to rely on memories or spoken descriptions.
wanda smiles at that, knowing that it never gets quite easy talking about him, but the memories can still be good.]
—with magic, drawing out of your memories, perhaps? [it shouldn't be so complicated.] Steve Rogers. Maybe you've met him before.
Istredd lets him go once he moves away, wanting him to find his own way of centering. It does not look good though, he is struggling deeply. Lucifer was not wrong when he said Wilhelm was dangerous to himself. Fixing that was going to take time.
"Because the mind and emotions are very powerful, and if they aren't in perfect concert, they can block people. I've been a mage for over sixty years, and I can still get in my own way." Usually because of emotions. They are definitely the worst, and he is so calm and centered in part to try and keep them from messing him up. But he has them, strongly, under the surface. Istredd is much older than he looks, obviously.
"If you truly think you're responsible for what happened, no one can convince you otherwise. You're holding that in your head and heart. But it also only just happened a few months ago. The trauma hasn't faded from most people." Istredd can only imagine how much trauma still hangs over everyone in Free Cities, having witnessed and experienced it firsthand. The aftermath of that attack effects all of the Summoned, but it's to different levels of tragedy and trauma.
"Give yourself time. Whether it seems obvious to you now or not, the fire manipulation we're working on will help you. The stronger your mind is with magic in general, the better your reaction time will be."
"Because the mind and emotions are very powerful, and if they aren't in perfect concert, they can block people. I've been a mage for over sixty years, and I can still get in my own way." Usually because of emotions. They are definitely the worst, and he is so calm and centered in part to try and keep them from messing him up. But he has them, strongly, under the surface. Istredd is much older than he looks, obviously.
"If you truly think you're responsible for what happened, no one can convince you otherwise. You're holding that in your head and heart. But it also only just happened a few months ago. The trauma hasn't faded from most people." Istredd can only imagine how much trauma still hangs over everyone in Free Cities, having witnessed and experienced it firsthand. The aftermath of that attack effects all of the Summoned, but it's to different levels of tragedy and trauma.
"Give yourself time. Whether it seems obvious to you now or not, the fire manipulation we're working on will help you. The stronger your mind is with magic in general, the better your reaction time will be."
Likewise, Wilhelm is content to be pinned to the blankets by Jesper's insistent hips and dizzying kiss. It's not the kind of weight that traps; it's the kind that secures. He keeps Jesper there with hips pushing into the friction and thighs clamping his sides, with hands running down his back and rucking up his shirt. Underneath his touch, still chilled from the night air, Jesper's skin burns warm.
With those electric eyes sizzling over his body, he feels as lovely as Jesper says he is. He grins, shifting to allow Jesper to slide his pants down his legs, and shoving his underwear down too. The shyness Wilhelm used to hold around his naked body fell away a few hookups ago. His anticipation of this moment began up on deck, with Jesper's lips pressed to his neck. Several turns of the clock later, measured in plunging kisses and heated touches, he's already painfully hard and desperate for Jesper's hands on him.
So when Jesper whispers his fingers over his cock, a whimper simmers in his throat, and his hips push into the touch, impatient for more. At the same time that it's hard to hold his fluttering gaze steady on him, it's impossible to look away.
"I want..." he begins, sucking his lips in contemplation, tracing Jesper's jaw with his fingers. "I want to see what it's like. Being...inside of you."
Still self-conscious as he learns the language of desire, he laughs and busies his hands with pulling open Jesper's shirt. His gaze slides down his chest, admiring the view from here.
With those electric eyes sizzling over his body, he feels as lovely as Jesper says he is. He grins, shifting to allow Jesper to slide his pants down his legs, and shoving his underwear down too. The shyness Wilhelm used to hold around his naked body fell away a few hookups ago. His anticipation of this moment began up on deck, with Jesper's lips pressed to his neck. Several turns of the clock later, measured in plunging kisses and heated touches, he's already painfully hard and desperate for Jesper's hands on him.
So when Jesper whispers his fingers over his cock, a whimper simmers in his throat, and his hips push into the touch, impatient for more. At the same time that it's hard to hold his fluttering gaze steady on him, it's impossible to look away.
"I want..." he begins, sucking his lips in contemplation, tracing Jesper's jaw with his fingers. "I want to see what it's like. Being...inside of you."
Still self-conscious as he learns the language of desire, he laughs and busies his hands with pulling open Jesper's shirt. His gaze slides down his chest, admiring the view from here.
[Pietro and Erik had that in common, a magnetic presence that drew everyone to them. And the way Wanda says it, he suspects that they have something in common too: a shortage of charisma, which forces them to fake their way through social situations. His smile is soft and a little somber. At her suggestion, it flattens to a look of contemplation. He nods in tentative agreement. While he's apprehensive of the idea of anyone rooting through his memories, he thinks he can trust Wanda to tread lightly.]
Yeah, I know him. [He taps the side of his mug.] Well...I messaged him, like, once.
[He gestures to his head, indicating the magical network of sorts that links their minds. That once, he'd been an awkward mess as usual and asked about something he shouldn't have. So...that's the main thing he remembers Steve by.]
Yeah, I know him. [He taps the side of his mug.] Well...I messaged him, like, once.
[He gestures to his head, indicating the magical network of sorts that links their minds. That once, he'd been an awkward mess as usual and asked about something he shouldn't have. So...that's the main thing he remembers Steve by.]
Jesper thought the shyness was absolutely adorable, but he does prefer Wilhelm being a little more confident to show off, or at least let Jesper's eyes appreciate the beauty of his body. The smile he flashes him when he says what he wants is so bright. Eager. Happy. He desperately wants to share this with him but was content to hold back, forever if necessary. Everyone has their comfort levels and they've been having plenty of fun. He just likes the deepest intimacy he can find.
Jesper shrugs out of his shirt and tosses it off, quickly getting rid of all of his clothes in obvious eagerness. Nothing is better than what he gets to slide on top of Wilhelm, although this time he purposely straddles him and ducks his head down to steal an intense kiss. He lets it go on and on, tasting him, one kiss into the next until they're both breathless. He kisses the tip of Wilhelm's nose for fun afterward and sits back up.
"Trust me when I say it will be my pleasure." He waggles his eyes at Wilhelm to get him to laugh, reaching behind him to find the bottle. Jesper could honestly handle himself very quickly, but it Wilhelm wants the full experience, they may as well make it a sensual time. Another round he might get impatient, but not this one. "Here, love." Jesper takes his hand and brings it up to his mouth, kissing each finger and then the palm. "I'm extremely easy to open, so experiment all you like."
It should not be a surprise, Jesper's body is always so relaxed and into sex. He slicks up Wilhelm's hand for him and goes up on his knees, still straddling and spread on top of him, bringing Wilhelm's hand back to his entrance. "I want it, Wille, you have no idea."
Jesper shrugs out of his shirt and tosses it off, quickly getting rid of all of his clothes in obvious eagerness. Nothing is better than what he gets to slide on top of Wilhelm, although this time he purposely straddles him and ducks his head down to steal an intense kiss. He lets it go on and on, tasting him, one kiss into the next until they're both breathless. He kisses the tip of Wilhelm's nose for fun afterward and sits back up.
"Trust me when I say it will be my pleasure." He waggles his eyes at Wilhelm to get him to laugh, reaching behind him to find the bottle. Jesper could honestly handle himself very quickly, but it Wilhelm wants the full experience, they may as well make it a sensual time. Another round he might get impatient, but not this one. "Here, love." Jesper takes his hand and brings it up to his mouth, kissing each finger and then the palm. "I'm extremely easy to open, so experiment all you like."
It should not be a surprise, Jesper's body is always so relaxed and into sex. He slicks up Wilhelm's hand for him and goes up on his knees, still straddling and spread on top of him, bringing Wilhelm's hand back to his entrance. "I want it, Wille, you have no idea."
[ah, just the once— it takes her a moment, but wanda thinks that she can pinpoint when was an opportunity to contact steve. he isn't exactly one putting himself out there to be contacted, preferring quiet and privacy.
that had been a rather loud display of the avengers, hadn't it?
wanda's smile softens.]
Steve became like family to me after I lost Pietro. We worked together for a time, and — well, I think he's one of the better people I've met.
that had been a rather loud display of the avengers, hadn't it?
wanda's smile softens.]
Steve became like family to me after I lost Pietro. We worked together for a time, and — well, I think he's one of the better people I've met.
He's trying to follow Istredd's words, because they provide something to tie his fraying focus to — something other than the amorphous dread sloshing around inside of him, swallowing him whole. Give yourself time. Wilhelm is tired of waiting to feel okay. Every fucking day is an obstacle course to get through. He rubs at his chest, trying to clear the weight that's clumped there.
Whatever answer he's halfway through forming, it scatters as his stomach heaves again. Gagging, he doubles over and tries to hold it down, but it surges up his throat. Splat, right on the stately floor. He spits out the taste of vomit, wipes the heel of his hand across his mouth. Even when he straightens up, his gaze stays on the floor.
"Sorry."
Eyes closed, Wilhelm pushes his hands through his hair, slowly, like the breath he sucks in. He hates losing it where he can be watched.
"I need to..." Leave. Be alone. Get his shit together. He shakes his head again. "Sorry. Can we try this again tomorrow? I just...need a break."
Whatever answer he's halfway through forming, it scatters as his stomach heaves again. Gagging, he doubles over and tries to hold it down, but it surges up his throat. Splat, right on the stately floor. He spits out the taste of vomit, wipes the heel of his hand across his mouth. Even when he straightens up, his gaze stays on the floor.
"Sorry."
Eyes closed, Wilhelm pushes his hands through his hair, slowly, like the breath he sucks in. He hates losing it where he can be watched.
"I need to..." Leave. Be alone. Get his shit together. He shakes his head again. "Sorry. Can we try this again tomorrow? I just...need a break."
[It's good that Wanda had found someone to rely on after she lost her brother. The empty space ripped open in your life where someone important used to be becomes a kind of blackhole that pulls you away from everyone else. You have to find someone who can pull you back with enough force. For Wilhelm, it had been Simon. And then he lost him too.
But he's found a few good people here.]
He seemed cool.
[Sipping his tea, he looks at her over the lip of the mug.]
So...how does it work? Like, sharing a memory with you.
But he's found a few good people here.]
He seemed cool.
[Sipping his tea, he looks at her over the lip of the mug.]
So...how does it work? Like, sharing a memory with you.
Istredd's never seen anyone let themselves get sick in here, which means that this is very deep into Wilhelm's psyche. He is struggling with something so severe mentally that he can convince his body to vomit. That's some deep issues. He is concerned for certain, waving a hand and the vomit simply disappears, because it isn't real here. None of this is real.
"You don't have to be sorry. It's fine, Wilhelm. I'm glad you're willing to keep trying. That's important." Rather than give up, which would help no one. Istredd can't help him in this situation until they work more together and he puts himself in a position where he can provide more guidance.
His gaze is sympathetic. "Go get some rest."
"You don't have to be sorry. It's fine, Wilhelm. I'm glad you're willing to keep trying. That's important." Rather than give up, which would help no one. Istredd can't help him in this situation until they work more together and he puts himself in a position where he can provide more guidance.
His gaze is sympathetic. "Go get some rest."
As Jesper sheds his clothes, Wilhelm coasts his hands all over his body, following the now familiar paths of shoulders and spine, hips and thighs, chest and stomach, trailing off to give his cock a little tug. He traces each tattoo like it's a good luck charm. His lips part for Jesper, and his whole body moves to the rhythm of their kiss, back arching to press their chests together, hips rolling upward. He likes this part, where it feels like they've jumped off of something and they're just tumbling through the air together. The ground is a long way off.
Well, to be honest, he likes every part of sex with Jesper. It's easy, fun, like having a laugh with a friend, only you're both naked and all over each other. He feels like he can be himself. A version of himself he likes better, more carefree and confident — borrowing both from Jesper.
Wilhelm scrunches his nose as Jesper kisses it, laughs as he wiggles his eyebrows. He gets in one good retaliatory squeeze of his ass before his hand gets plucked away. Playing the role of student, he watches raptly as Jesper slicks his fingers with the contents of the bottle, something cool and slippery. Under Jesper's guidance, he finds the tight ring of muscle marking his entrance. He almost forgets to breathe, the intimacy of this moment gathers so thickly and palpably around him.
"I have some idea," he murmurs, biting his lower lip. Contemplatively, he strokes a finger across Jesper's entrance. He's not the one getting coaxed open, but being that he's new to this, he does need some time to get used to the feeling. "This okay?"
Measuring Jesper's response, he applies a little more pressure to his stroking. With his other hand splayed over Jesper's thigh, he soothes and pets.
Well, to be honest, he likes every part of sex with Jesper. It's easy, fun, like having a laugh with a friend, only you're both naked and all over each other. He feels like he can be himself. A version of himself he likes better, more carefree and confident — borrowing both from Jesper.
Wilhelm scrunches his nose as Jesper kisses it, laughs as he wiggles his eyebrows. He gets in one good retaliatory squeeze of his ass before his hand gets plucked away. Playing the role of student, he watches raptly as Jesper slicks his fingers with the contents of the bottle, something cool and slippery. Under Jesper's guidance, he finds the tight ring of muscle marking his entrance. He almost forgets to breathe, the intimacy of this moment gathers so thickly and palpably around him.
"I have some idea," he murmurs, biting his lower lip. Contemplatively, he strokes a finger across Jesper's entrance. He's not the one getting coaxed open, but being that he's new to this, he does need some time to get used to the feeling. "This okay?"
Measuring Jesper's response, he applies a little more pressure to his stroking. With his other hand splayed over Jesper's thigh, he soothes and pets.
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He nods in the rushed way of someone trying to end a conversation fast. Embarrassment explodes among the volatile cocktail of emotions mixed inside of him. Istredd's sympathy both makes him feel better and worse about all of this. Better, because it means mercy — he won't make him stay and try more magic in spite of his meltdown. Worse, because it probably means he's the most pathetic thing the guy has ever seen in all his years of practicing magecraft. Cool.
"I'll...see you tomorrow," Wilhelm says brusquely, turning to leave. It's after a few steps that he remembers he can just vanish from the Horizon at will, and he does so, unceremoniously.
It would be hard to come back, but he will force himself. Maybe Istredd is right, and strengthening his control over fire in general will someday make it easier to spark his own. And if he's wrong, and the problem is as insurmountable as it feels to Wilhelm right now, then maybe practicing his magic will at least prevent it from exploding out of him unwanted.
He was right about one thing: Wilhelm cannot stay stuck where he is forever.
"I'll...see you tomorrow," Wilhelm says brusquely, turning to leave. It's after a few steps that he remembers he can just vanish from the Horizon at will, and he does so, unceremoniously.
It would be hard to come back, but he will force himself. Maybe Istredd is right, and strengthening his control over fire in general will someday make it easier to spark his own. And if he's wrong, and the problem is as insurmountable as it feels to Wilhelm right now, then maybe practicing his magic will at least prevent it from exploding out of him unwanted.
He was right about one thing: Wilhelm cannot stay stuck where he is forever.
Their first time was magnetic but Jesper has always found second, third, and many more times as better. You get to know the other person and he and Wille have that energy now. Wilhelm's hands on his body are familiar but no less exciting than the first time, the hunger for his touch as easy as breathing. He smiles into Wilhelm's mouth as they kiss and it's purely fun. He kisses his pretty face a few more times because it's there and laughs at the ass squeeze.
"Oh yes, you might," Jesper says with a chuckle. He is, after all, hard and eager between the two of them right now. Not that he needs any more attention at this point. "I'm never going to get used to how pretty you are, pigeon." Seriously. He's just so pretty. The flush of his cheeks and his sweet nervous eyes. Jesper may be a little infatuated with him.
"More than okay, sweetheart." Jesper is patient so he lets Wilhelm do this at his speed instead. He is a great person to experiment with and try things for the first time, because he is very encouraging. "It's good to take it slow at first, I adapt faster than most people." So if Wilhelm ends up wanting to fuck someone else, he should be more careful than Jesper needs him to be.
"Slide your finger into the knuckle, wait until you feel my body adjust, and then all the way in, alright? It will feel a little strange the first few times when you're on the other end, but it eventually is amazing." It's all about the looseness of the body and how arousal can help that along. Jesper doesn't mind being a teacher. He seems completely at ease as he brushes his own hand along Wilhelm's neck and chest, playing very lightly with his nipples.
"You wait until it feels easy and relaxed to add another. Use your fingers to spread a little, encouraging my body to adapt to you. Trust me, you'll know when it's going well, because I'll start intentionally fucking myself on your fingers." Jesper winks.
"Oh yes, you might," Jesper says with a chuckle. He is, after all, hard and eager between the two of them right now. Not that he needs any more attention at this point. "I'm never going to get used to how pretty you are, pigeon." Seriously. He's just so pretty. The flush of his cheeks and his sweet nervous eyes. Jesper may be a little infatuated with him.
"More than okay, sweetheart." Jesper is patient so he lets Wilhelm do this at his speed instead. He is a great person to experiment with and try things for the first time, because he is very encouraging. "It's good to take it slow at first, I adapt faster than most people." So if Wilhelm ends up wanting to fuck someone else, he should be more careful than Jesper needs him to be.
"Slide your finger into the knuckle, wait until you feel my body adjust, and then all the way in, alright? It will feel a little strange the first few times when you're on the other end, but it eventually is amazing." It's all about the looseness of the body and how arousal can help that along. Jesper doesn't mind being a teacher. He seems completely at ease as he brushes his own hand along Wilhelm's neck and chest, playing very lightly with his nipples.
"You wait until it feels easy and relaxed to add another. Use your fingers to spread a little, encouraging my body to adapt to you. Trust me, you'll know when it's going well, because I'll start intentionally fucking myself on your fingers." Jesper winks.
He doesn't think he'll ever get used to Jesper calling him pretty like that, light like a caress and weighted with sincerity. But that just means it will feel electric every time. Pretty. Pigeon. Sweetheart. Baby. Jesper has a talent for making him feel shiny and unbroken. Wilhelm has never liked being the center of everyone's attention, but he loves being the center of just one person's attention.
They're not in love, but whatever they are, it's enough right now.
Smiling and shifting into Jesper's touch, Wilhelm continues to stroke at his entrance. Tentatively, he pushes his fingertip into him and feels the muscle yield. Heat cinches him tight, and it does feel a little weird — but it also kindles his curiosity. His dick throbs in anticipation, hips wiggling beneath Jesper. A needy sigh tumbles from his lips.
"You're so hot, Jes, they way you just...say all that stuff, and sound so confident."
Studying Jesper in the flickering light with heated eyes, he slides his finger in deeper, up to the knuckle like he was instructed. He spends some time there, rubbing at his inner wall, slowly dragging out and pushing back in. Experimentally, he brushes his thumb behind Jesper's balls. He wants to find everything that feels good, wants to pull him into the deepest currents of pleasure.
They're not in love, but whatever they are, it's enough right now.
Smiling and shifting into Jesper's touch, Wilhelm continues to stroke at his entrance. Tentatively, he pushes his fingertip into him and feels the muscle yield. Heat cinches him tight, and it does feel a little weird — but it also kindles his curiosity. His dick throbs in anticipation, hips wiggling beneath Jesper. A needy sigh tumbles from his lips.
"You're so hot, Jes, they way you just...say all that stuff, and sound so confident."
Studying Jesper in the flickering light with heated eyes, he slides his finger in deeper, up to the knuckle like he was instructed. He spends some time there, rubbing at his inner wall, slowly dragging out and pushing back in. Experimentally, he brushes his thumb behind Jesper's balls. He wants to find everything that feels good, wants to pull him into the deepest currents of pleasure.
They're not in love but the mix of friendship and genuine care between them makes this stronger. It definitely helps make this sexy and not awkward, as a lack of affection and trust can make things cool between people as they experiment. Not here. Jesper tightens and relaxes around his finger on purpose so he can feel what it's like. One day this will be so familiar to them that Wilhelm will slide into him as smooth as butter, but he enjoys his full eager attention.
"You love my mouth for all possible reasons, don't you?" Jesper flashes a grin at him, still playful even now. He does make a pleased sound as Wilhelm gets comfortable moving his finger in. "Mmm, you're going to feel so good inside of me, love. I'm tighter than anything you could imagine." Well, he's not as tight as other men might be, but at this moment in time, it will feel tight. Snug. Intense. Jesper's looking forward to it. Wilhelm's constantly surprising him.
Such as when his thumb brushes Jesper's balls and he didn't expect that, and it gets a shivering reaction out of him. A nice ripple of pleasure. Jesper reaches behind him to wrap a hand around Wilhelm and gives him a long stroke from base to tip, wanting him to feel it to the tip of his toes. "More, Wille." He wiggles on him. "Do you know what position you want to fuck me in yet?"
"You love my mouth for all possible reasons, don't you?" Jesper flashes a grin at him, still playful even now. He does make a pleased sound as Wilhelm gets comfortable moving his finger in. "Mmm, you're going to feel so good inside of me, love. I'm tighter than anything you could imagine." Well, he's not as tight as other men might be, but at this moment in time, it will feel tight. Snug. Intense. Jesper's looking forward to it. Wilhelm's constantly surprising him.
Such as when his thumb brushes Jesper's balls and he didn't expect that, and it gets a shivering reaction out of him. A nice ripple of pleasure. Jesper reaches behind him to wrap a hand around Wilhelm and gives him a long stroke from base to tip, wanting him to feel it to the tip of his toes. "More, Wille." He wiggles on him. "Do you know what position you want to fuck me in yet?"
He can't help the laugh that bubbles out of him when Jesper grins like that and slings innuendos, or the moan that stretches languidly from his throat when he gives his cock a little attention. More, Wille — his name pressing into him like the sweltering air around a fire as Jesper moves against his touch, and his beautiful body ripples over him. Slow as a caress, he draws his finger out, only to add another when he delves in again.
"I can only pick one?" he teases, trying on a bit of Jesper's flirtatious charm like he might try on his jacket. His playful pouting, though, quickly cracks into a bashful smile that he curves toward the pillow. Wilhelm distracts him with touch, which has always been easier to communicate with than words, pushing his palm up the inner perimeter of his thigh and cupping his balls. Brushing his fingers behind, tugging on his cock, all sweet and hungry at once.
As he works Jesper open, it's the good kind of nervous that flutters in his belly like all those translucent jellyfish they'd watched floating up to the sky. He wants to try this with him. At the same time that Jesper is a wild adventure, he's a safe space.
"I can only pick one?" he teases, trying on a bit of Jesper's flirtatious charm like he might try on his jacket. His playful pouting, though, quickly cracks into a bashful smile that he curves toward the pillow. Wilhelm distracts him with touch, which has always been easier to communicate with than words, pushing his palm up the inner perimeter of his thigh and cupping his balls. Brushing his fingers behind, tugging on his cock, all sweet and hungry at once.
As he works Jesper open, it's the good kind of nervous that flutters in his belly like all those translucent jellyfish they'd watched floating up to the sky. He wants to try this with him. At the same time that Jesper is a wild adventure, he's a safe space.
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