It's fun to see Wilhelm opening like this, so far from their first time when it was a little bit awkward but very desperate and needy. They'd both needed a distraction at the time from pain in their lives, and having a passionate encounter in the Crow Club felt like something necessary. Since then their hookups have been better each time though as they became comfortable with one another.
Wilhelm teases the way that Jesper would and he outright laughs, charmed by his growing confidence. "Oh baby I would let you fuck me every which way until I can't walk tomorrow, if that's what you wanted." He winks at him although he is one hundred percent serious, Jesper is a very hungry individual. He rarely feels better than chasing one high or another, and lust is the healthiest of them.
Jesper shudders and moans when he touches him, and he moves for the first time into this, rocking his hips up into Wilhelm's touch and then down into his two fingers. "Wille, when I move up like that again, I want you to push your fingers into me a little faster, yeah? Play with the speed and force." He likes the role of teacher of the boy who literally has his fingers in him, it's quite appealing for someone so experienced.
"You're already so good at this, sweetheart." He is putting in the effort of also stroking him while doing it, that's very helpful. Not that Jesper wants too much of that or he'll get overexcited, but he has incredible stamina. He rises up on Wilhelm and breathes, stroking Wilhelm and curling his thumb along the rim of the head.
Wilhelm teases the way that Jesper would and he outright laughs, charmed by his growing confidence. "Oh baby I would let you fuck me every which way until I can't walk tomorrow, if that's what you wanted." He winks at him although he is one hundred percent serious, Jesper is a very hungry individual. He rarely feels better than chasing one high or another, and lust is the healthiest of them.
Jesper shudders and moans when he touches him, and he moves for the first time into this, rocking his hips up into Wilhelm's touch and then down into his two fingers. "Wille, when I move up like that again, I want you to push your fingers into me a little faster, yeah? Play with the speed and force." He likes the role of teacher of the boy who literally has his fingers in him, it's quite appealing for someone so experienced.
"You're already so good at this, sweetheart." He is putting in the effort of also stroking him while doing it, that's very helpful. Not that Jesper wants too much of that or he'll get overexcited, but he has incredible stamina. He rises up on Wilhelm and breathes, stroking Wilhelm and curling his thumb along the rim of the head.
He rolls his eyes, but truthfully, he's all tangled up in Jesper's charms. Nobody else could make a wink look so natural or land so smoothly.
For a long stretch, any words Wilhelm might say get lost on the way from his brain to his tongue, he's so ensnared by Jesper's movements — his long, lean body swaying into his touch, fucking into his hand as he jerks him slowly, pushing himself onto his fingers. His breath pumps out in a hot rush as Jesper plays with his cock. Following his instructions, he stuffs his fingers in a little faster, a little firmer. He wants to earn every sweetheart and baby.
"Don't be stupid," he finally manages. Soft and throaty, underscored with a squeeze of his cock, it's not much of a reprimand. "You have to be able to walk. We have a big important boring dinner to show up for tomorrow."
With impatience burning him down, he releases Jesper's cock so that he can push himself up and crash their lips together in a kiss. He slips a moan into his mouth, tongue tracing the part. He keeps their rhythm with his fingers, sliding into Jesper, stretching him.
For a long stretch, any words Wilhelm might say get lost on the way from his brain to his tongue, he's so ensnared by Jesper's movements — his long, lean body swaying into his touch, fucking into his hand as he jerks him slowly, pushing himself onto his fingers. His breath pumps out in a hot rush as Jesper plays with his cock. Following his instructions, he stuffs his fingers in a little faster, a little firmer. He wants to earn every sweetheart and baby.
"Don't be stupid," he finally manages. Soft and throaty, underscored with a squeeze of his cock, it's not much of a reprimand. "You have to be able to walk. We have a big important boring dinner to show up for tomorrow."
With impatience burning him down, he releases Jesper's cock so that he can push himself up and crash their lips together in a kiss. He slips a moan into his mouth, tongue tracing the part. He keeps their rhythm with his fingers, sliding into Jesper, stretching him.
Jesper groans when Wilhelm follows his suggestions and his fingers are doing excellent work, he's going to give him top marks, and pleasure flickers on his face the firmer Wilhelm goes. He has a tendency to like it rough but he isn't going to do that on their first go, he wants to make this a wonderful first experience for his pigeon. It's not every day you get to be someone's first-time in this regard, and especially not someone he finds so special and precious like Wilhelm.
He laughs at him again. Jesper always loves teasing and joking in the bedroom, it's just how he is. "Mmm, who says I wouldn't like to still feel you when sitting for a boring dinner?" He is wicked and he knows it, but it's also the truth.
Jesper releases Wilhelm's cock too when he surges up and throws himself into the kiss with just as much passion. His hands frame Wilhelm's face and then one curls into his hair, holding him close as their tongues tangle together. He doesn't stop moving onto Wilhelm's fingers, something very graceful and easy about how he manages to kiss the life out of him while also riding him. A sign of things to come, perhaps.
"Wille," Jesper moans when he has to breathe outside of the kiss. "This is the time to decide how you want to fuck me, darling." He is starting to get very impatient and he opens so easily underneath Wilhelm's touch, demanding in how he moves back into him.
"I could ride you just like this." He kisses Wilhelm's cheek, sucking on his earlobe. "You could put me on my back, spread my legs, and take me." He murmurs saucily into his ear. "Or on my hands and knees. Or on my side, you behind me. There are so many options, sweetheart, and they're all yours."
He laughs at him again. Jesper always loves teasing and joking in the bedroom, it's just how he is. "Mmm, who says I wouldn't like to still feel you when sitting for a boring dinner?" He is wicked and he knows it, but it's also the truth.
Jesper releases Wilhelm's cock too when he surges up and throws himself into the kiss with just as much passion. His hands frame Wilhelm's face and then one curls into his hair, holding him close as their tongues tangle together. He doesn't stop moving onto Wilhelm's fingers, something very graceful and easy about how he manages to kiss the life out of him while also riding him. A sign of things to come, perhaps.
"Wille," Jesper moans when he has to breathe outside of the kiss. "This is the time to decide how you want to fuck me, darling." He is starting to get very impatient and he opens so easily underneath Wilhelm's touch, demanding in how he moves back into him.
"I could ride you just like this." He kisses Wilhelm's cheek, sucking on his earlobe. "You could put me on my back, spread my legs, and take me." He murmurs saucily into his ear. "Or on my hands and knees. Or on my side, you behind me. There are so many options, sweetheart, and they're all yours."
Lost in pleasure, like it's a sea surging around him, a current carrying him away, he moans at Jesper's words, hot and sizzling against his ear, as much as his touch. Wilhelm wastes no time in getting started on their to do list. He pulls his fingers out of Jesper and pushes at his waist — somewhere between gentle and rough — urging him to switch places with him. At every shift, he snatches another piece of a kiss. Jesper's bottom lip, the corner of his mouth, the angle of his jaw.
When he's arched over Jesper, wedged between his legs, he pauses to grin down at him. He traces a curl with his finger.
"What about...all of them?"
Laughing, he ducks his face against Jesper's shoulder, which coincidentally is also a good spot to press a kiss. He's not bothering with the improbable calculus of how long he can last versus how long it will take to work through all those positions. He's thinking only of how he wishes things could stay like this.
"I'm supposed to be ravishing you, remember?" he teases. Sliding his lips down Jesper's neck, he slicks himself up with what's left on his hand. Then feeling for Jesper's entrance again, he aligns his cock, and— "Ohhh..."
—begins to push in.
When he's arched over Jesper, wedged between his legs, he pauses to grin down at him. He traces a curl with his finger.
"What about...all of them?"
Laughing, he ducks his face against Jesper's shoulder, which coincidentally is also a good spot to press a kiss. He's not bothering with the improbable calculus of how long he can last versus how long it will take to work through all those positions. He's thinking only of how he wishes things could stay like this.
"I'm supposed to be ravishing you, remember?" he teases. Sliding his lips down Jesper's neck, he slicks himself up with what's left on his hand. Then feeling for Jesper's entrance again, he aligns his cock, and— "Ohhh..."
—begins to push in.
Jesper is very eager to switch places if that means getting closer to what they both want. He moves quickly with Wilhelm's instructions and settles onto the bed, arching up into him with the beginnings of impatience. He spreads his legs in invitation and laughs at the tease, running his fingers through Wilhelm's hair when he ducks his head down.
"Don't make promises you don't intend to keep." They are young and horny, Jesper is fairly certain they could spend the entire night lost in each other. He is more than game for as many positions as Wilhelm feels like exploring. Jesper's appetite is endless and he already is enjoying seeing Wilhelm blossom and be confident.
Jesper sighs and arches into Wilhelm's body, wanting more, needing more, tilting his head for him to get more of his neck. "Yes, yes, yes." He eagerly murmurs as Wilhelm positions between his legs and just as before, moving into Jesper is as easy as can be. While he can relax and be open quickly, he instead purposely stays tight to really let Wilhelm enjoy the feeling of being surrounded in heat.
On his end, it feels amazing and he groans, hooking a leg around Wilhelm and putting his heel against his ass, tugging him forward in a clear demand for him to go deeper. He lets himself get lost in how good it is to be filled, gray eyes hazy as they look up at Wilhelm, smiling. "You're perfect, Wilhelm. Already so good at this." He likes to praise and it's the truth.
"Don't make promises you don't intend to keep." They are young and horny, Jesper is fairly certain they could spend the entire night lost in each other. He is more than game for as many positions as Wilhelm feels like exploring. Jesper's appetite is endless and he already is enjoying seeing Wilhelm blossom and be confident.
Jesper sighs and arches into Wilhelm's body, wanting more, needing more, tilting his head for him to get more of his neck. "Yes, yes, yes." He eagerly murmurs as Wilhelm positions between his legs and just as before, moving into Jesper is as easy as can be. While he can relax and be open quickly, he instead purposely stays tight to really let Wilhelm enjoy the feeling of being surrounded in heat.
On his end, it feels amazing and he groans, hooking a leg around Wilhelm and putting his heel against his ass, tugging him forward in a clear demand for him to go deeper. He lets himself get lost in how good it is to be filled, gray eyes hazy as they look up at Wilhelm, smiling. "You're perfect, Wilhelm. Already so good at this." He likes to praise and it's the truth.
He's thought about what it would be like, late at night with the curtains drawn around his bed and his underwear shoved down his thighs. He couldn't have imagined, though, how easily Jesper's body yields to him, and at the same time, how tightly his heat squeezes his cock. As he pushes in deeper at Jesper's urging, his panting gathers into moaning.
The heady praise frees Wilhelm up to focus on spoiling Jesper with as much pleasure as he can, instead of worrying about his performance. Not that his thoughts carry much substance anyway, all sea form swirling on the rolling waves of his body as he rocks his hips in a tentative rhythm. Impulse does all his thinking for him. Pour kisses against Jesper's throat. Run a hand down his side, trace the muscles in his thigh. Flutter fingers over his cock. Touch, and touch, and touch him. Breathe him in.
"Jes," he groans, bumping their foreheads together. Jesper's eyes are so fucking pretty, like the smooth bits of glass you find on the beach.
For as raw as his movements are, there's an earnestness in every one that's sweet. He likes being with Jesper, and he wants him to know that.
The heady praise frees Wilhelm up to focus on spoiling Jesper with as much pleasure as he can, instead of worrying about his performance. Not that his thoughts carry much substance anyway, all sea form swirling on the rolling waves of his body as he rocks his hips in a tentative rhythm. Impulse does all his thinking for him. Pour kisses against Jesper's throat. Run a hand down his side, trace the muscles in his thigh. Flutter fingers over his cock. Touch, and touch, and touch him. Breathe him in.
"Jes," he groans, bumping their foreheads together. Jesper's eyes are so fucking pretty, like the smooth bits of glass you find on the beach.
For as raw as his movements are, there's an earnestness in every one that's sweet. He likes being with Jesper, and he wants him to know that.
Jesper almost warned him how intense being inside someone could be, but it is better to have him experience it raw, and to watch and feel and hear him react to this new experience. There is a deep intimacy involved in this that can't be duplicated any other way because every part of them is touching, Wilhelm's in him, a part of him. Sometimes he can forget how special that is when he's lost in lust and excitement with people used to it. Being someone's first time is feeling that way too.
It is sweet and tender and Jesper is lost in a different way, enjoying the soft kisses from Wilhelm, the way he wants to touch all of Jesper, how eager he is. Jesper keeps his leg hooked around him and doesn't push him after that initial need to have him fully inside, letting Wilhelm take control and enjoy what that feels like. He is not passive under him, rocking along with his rhythm, moving down whenever he thrusts close, one hand brushing through his dark hair and the other running down his bare back.
"Wille," he moans back, arching up into his touch on his cock. "My pretty pigeon. Mmm, try something for me." Jesper is enjoying being the teacher even now, his fingers sliding from his hair to cup his cheek, looking at him. "Pull in and out very slowly, so you can feel every centimeter, every inch, as I take you in." It's his first time, he wants him to really be stuck in the moment with him, not get lost in only the pleasure.
He is losing breath a little as Wilhelm works in him, it is delicious, sighing as he lifts up to kiss him sensually. When Jesper pulls back his smile turns mischievous. "The next time you pull out, I want you to push back in fast. One firm move, caught on a breath, all the way in."
It is sweet and tender and Jesper is lost in a different way, enjoying the soft kisses from Wilhelm, the way he wants to touch all of Jesper, how eager he is. Jesper keeps his leg hooked around him and doesn't push him after that initial need to have him fully inside, letting Wilhelm take control and enjoy what that feels like. He is not passive under him, rocking along with his rhythm, moving down whenever he thrusts close, one hand brushing through his dark hair and the other running down his bare back.
"Wille," he moans back, arching up into his touch on his cock. "My pretty pigeon. Mmm, try something for me." Jesper is enjoying being the teacher even now, his fingers sliding from his hair to cup his cheek, looking at him. "Pull in and out very slowly, so you can feel every centimeter, every inch, as I take you in." It's his first time, he wants him to really be stuck in the moment with him, not get lost in only the pleasure.
He is losing breath a little as Wilhelm works in him, it is delicious, sighing as he lifts up to kiss him sensually. When Jesper pulls back his smile turns mischievous. "The next time you pull out, I want you to push back in fast. One firm move, caught on a breath, all the way in."
He loses himself in Jesper the way you lose yourself in a good song. There's a familiarity to it, parts that he's learned by heart, like the thrill of Jesper's hands in his hair and the hot press of his lips, but now there are layers in the music he's never heard before. Jesper's pleasure heightens his own, each shift of his body fitting into Wilhelm's rhythm, each moan striking a new chord somewhere deep inside him. His hands can't decide where to touch. They want all of Jesper at once.
"Okay," his answer stretches out on a moan, his breath heavy and hot. Everything Jesper says sounds so damn good.
As hard as it is to hold back, he pauses his thrusting. Hand spread over Jesper's thigh, coaxing it back into a sharper angle, he pushes in as slowly as he can. He can feel every inch of Jesper's body clinging to him, every degree of sweltering heat swallowing up his cock. He tries to watch him just as carefully, but the moan swelling from his throat makes his head tip back, his eyes flutter shut.
Being inside of Jesper makes him feel closer to him than he's ever been. It makes him feel like he can just pour his feelings into him without saying a word. How happy he is to have met him, how much it means to him to know that there's someone he can turn to in small, dark hours, someone who can make him smile and laugh anyway.
Out again, just as slowly, just as sweet and savoring. Even at this pace, Wilhelm struggles to breathe. Then, it wasn't part of Jesper's instructions, but he grabs his wrists and pins them to the bed, before he plunges in all at once, faster and harder than anything he's given tonight. The moan that it knocks out of him is louder than anything he's given too.
"Okay," his answer stretches out on a moan, his breath heavy and hot. Everything Jesper says sounds so damn good.
As hard as it is to hold back, he pauses his thrusting. Hand spread over Jesper's thigh, coaxing it back into a sharper angle, he pushes in as slowly as he can. He can feel every inch of Jesper's body clinging to him, every degree of sweltering heat swallowing up his cock. He tries to watch him just as carefully, but the moan swelling from his throat makes his head tip back, his eyes flutter shut.
Being inside of Jesper makes him feel closer to him than he's ever been. It makes him feel like he can just pour his feelings into him without saying a word. How happy he is to have met him, how much it means to him to know that there's someone he can turn to in small, dark hours, someone who can make him smile and laugh anyway.
Out again, just as slowly, just as sweet and savoring. Even at this pace, Wilhelm struggles to breathe. Then, it wasn't part of Jesper's instructions, but he grabs his wrists and pins them to the bed, before he plunges in all at once, faster and harder than anything he's given tonight. The moan that it knocks out of him is louder than anything he's given too.
Jesper is impressed with Wilhelm's stamina already, there are some people newer to sex who would struggle more, and also he is doing so well at following instructions. It says a lot about him as a lover and how good he will be at it soon. He is teaching him how to enjoy different angles and speeds, how to make certain he really is in his body during this experience, to experience every part of it clearly.
"Mmmm, yes, my sweetheart, just like that." Jesper likes that he moves his leg, has already learned how to position him a little to make it better. Smart, his pigeon. Jesper moans loudly as Wilhelm follows his suggestion, the feeling just as strong on his end of him sinking in. He clenches around him and looks up at his face, smiling. He is the perfect display of pleasure right then, eyes shut, head back, and Jesper tilts up to kiss his cheek and neck right then, licking the sweat off his skin.
What he doesn't expect is Wilhelm to pin his hands on top of giving it to him hard, and he's rewarded right away with Jesper groaning and dropping his head back, losing his breath. Less controlled now, less able to focus on instruction. Jesper has a thing for forceful sex on the receiving end. Being held down is also a kink of his so he passively allows it right away.
"Baby, that was so good, do it again." Jesper says in a low throaty tone, almost a whine. Both legs hook around to wrap around Wilhelm's hip and thigh, but he doesn't force him forward, he lets him pick from now. "Fuck me, Wille, please." He never minds begging.
"Mmmm, yes, my sweetheart, just like that." Jesper likes that he moves his leg, has already learned how to position him a little to make it better. Smart, his pigeon. Jesper moans loudly as Wilhelm follows his suggestion, the feeling just as strong on his end of him sinking in. He clenches around him and looks up at his face, smiling. He is the perfect display of pleasure right then, eyes shut, head back, and Jesper tilts up to kiss his cheek and neck right then, licking the sweat off his skin.
What he doesn't expect is Wilhelm to pin his hands on top of giving it to him hard, and he's rewarded right away with Jesper groaning and dropping his head back, losing his breath. Less controlled now, less able to focus on instruction. Jesper has a thing for forceful sex on the receiving end. Being held down is also a kink of his so he passively allows it right away.
"Baby, that was so good, do it again." Jesper says in a low throaty tone, almost a whine. Both legs hook around to wrap around Wilhelm's hip and thigh, but he doesn't force him forward, he lets him pick from now. "Fuck me, Wille, please." He never minds begging.
Tea and cheesecake? I know a good place.
I can promise there will be no explosions and no diplomatic incidents. Just cake.
I can promise there will be no explosions and no diplomatic incidents. Just cake.
Fair point.
But consider: cheesecake.
Isn't it worth the risk?
[Kell would have loved emoji, if only he knew what they are.]
Bakery. Then go sit in the park with our loot like proper deliquents that we are.
[There's a minute break before next message.]
Don't laugh. I just heard this word today, and think it's hilarious.
[Seriously. Don't laugh at him. He knows it's pathetic.]
Delinquents.
I've been called different things, some of them quite derogatory. But never something like this.
Jesper doesn't have to beg, but...well, it definitely doesn't hurt. Every word carried by that low, throaty tone throbs through Wilhelm, hot in his blood. Fuck me. He always thought it sounded so harsh, fucking. An act committed without any measure of affection, an act that reduces a person to parts of their body. But as he thrusts into Jesper again — as if aiming to knock the air out of his chest, to collapse their bodies into one — he realizes it can be an act of wild joy too. An act that completely lifts you out of yourself.
And he's always ready to leave himself behind.
Now that they've abandoned that slow, purposeful pace, the pleasure singing under his skin slurs together, blurs all borders between him and Jesper. He smears kisses along the curve of Jesper's neck, the line of his collarbone. Spills groans there, too. Reaching between them, he strokes Jesper's cock in rhythm with his reckless thrusting.
Now, Wilhelm is the one giving instructions.
"Flip over," he urges in a breathless rush, hands frantic at Jesper's hips. When he's not fretting over what to say or how it sounds, the dirty talk that Jesper pours out so smoothly comes more easily. "You're gonna...make me come—"
And he wants to try one more thing.
And he's always ready to leave himself behind.
Now that they've abandoned that slow, purposeful pace, the pleasure singing under his skin slurs together, blurs all borders between him and Jesper. He smears kisses along the curve of Jesper's neck, the line of his collarbone. Spills groans there, too. Reaching between them, he strokes Jesper's cock in rhythm with his reckless thrusting.
Now, Wilhelm is the one giving instructions.
"Flip over," he urges in a breathless rush, hands frantic at Jesper's hips. When he's not fretting over what to say or how it sounds, the dirty talk that Jesper pours out so smoothly comes more easily. "You're gonna...make me come—"
And he wants to try one more thing.
Jesper is fond of all kinds of sex. Sweet, spicy, loving, naughty. If Wilhelm had continued to take him slow and easy, it would've been perfect too, but he does love to be fucked. To him that is all about losing control, letting someone take you past sanity, and there is something beautiful about that. He can tell that Wilhelm is learning that for himself, that he is enjoying really losing himself in Jesper's body, and Jesper is loving it.
He tilts his head so Wilhelm can kiss more of him, an arm around him, long fingers diving into his hair, tightening every time Wilhelm thrusts into him a little harder. His nails dig into his back, not enough to cause any marks, but to display that Jesper is enjoying it, grabbing on. "Fuck, Wille." Jesper groans loudly when he starts stimulating his cock, feeling like his body is officially on fire now, clinging to him. "You're so good at this, baby, just like that." Seriously, he is impressed. Wilhelm is doing fantastic for a relative newbie.
Sometimes people just have the type of chemistry that it's automatic to be good together. He has always felt that way about Wilhelm from the first time they kissed. It's always been easy.
Jesper eagerly does exactly what Wilhelm asks, flipping over even if it means temporarily waiting for him to start thrusting again. He goes onto his hands and knees and it's blatant what he wants, spreading his legs and lifting his ass to present to Wilhelm to take as he wants. "Please, Wille." He whines pathetically, in no way sorry about it. "I want you to come. Inside me, on me, whatever you want, love, anything. I need it."
He tilts his head so Wilhelm can kiss more of him, an arm around him, long fingers diving into his hair, tightening every time Wilhelm thrusts into him a little harder. His nails dig into his back, not enough to cause any marks, but to display that Jesper is enjoying it, grabbing on. "Fuck, Wille." Jesper groans loudly when he starts stimulating his cock, feeling like his body is officially on fire now, clinging to him. "You're so good at this, baby, just like that." Seriously, he is impressed. Wilhelm is doing fantastic for a relative newbie.
Sometimes people just have the type of chemistry that it's automatic to be good together. He has always felt that way about Wilhelm from the first time they kissed. It's always been easy.
Jesper eagerly does exactly what Wilhelm asks, flipping over even if it means temporarily waiting for him to start thrusting again. He goes onto his hands and knees and it's blatant what he wants, spreading his legs and lifting his ass to present to Wilhelm to take as he wants. "Please, Wille." He whines pathetically, in no way sorry about it. "I want you to come. Inside me, on me, whatever you want, love, anything. I need it."
Am I missing on some vital childhood experience here?
It might come as a surprise to you, but I was always the reasonable brother.
[Not anymore. Apparently Abraxas has spoiled him.]
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And yet I was.
See you there.
[Kell sends his message while he's already on his way to the Castle gate. The guards stationed there take interest at first, almost come to asking him what is doing loitering about the entrance. To his luck, one recognizes Kell as one of the Summoned, so they let him be.
Left to his devices, Kell waits, occupying himself with the silly children's trick. It involves throwing small stones, fusing them with magic on their way up, splitting back on the way down, and catching. The challenge is to split them each time into smaller and smaller pieces each round. Kell has never been able to go below ten before some of the parts just turned to sand, and that's a losing condition.]
Jesper won't be left waiting long. No sooner has he settled on his hands and knees than Wilhelm is dragging his hands along the slope of his spine and the curve of his ass, squeezing him, helping himself to his beautiful body. The impatience sizzling under his skin doesn't let him practice the art of sharpening Jesper's anticipation to a sweetly treacherous point with teasing touches. It doesn't let him admire the view for more than a heartbeat either before he's draping himself over Jesper. Pushing into him again, he dips a hand down his hip to grab his cock.
"Okay, Jes," he pants like it's a promise. "Okay—"
It's not that he's thinking about Simon in all of this. There's no room for those thoughts to breathe when Jesper fills every inch of his attention. His heat sticking to him, all of him arching for Wilhelm — and it feels good to be needed. So, no, he's not thinking about his ex-boyfriend, not consciously, anyway. But those memories are still a part of him. They still guide him the way an old injury does: you learn to walk a certain way to avoid putting weight on it. To avoid hurting yourself again.
That's a piece of what makes this so appealing to Wilhelm. It's raw and rough, hard and wild, so different from everything he had with Simon. When he's with Jesper, he doesn't have to be the boy who fell in love too hard and too fast, the boy who got his heart broken. He can be a boy who makes Jesper laugh and moan and pant for more.
After that, he comes undone fast. Wilhelm fits in a few thrusts, reckless and rushed the way Jesper wants it, skin slapping together, every breath snapping into a groan, and a few strokes of his cock to match. As he comes, he keeps pushing through the rhythm that's pulled him apart. He folds over Jesper, hair feathering his sweaty back, fingers digging into his hip.
"Okay, Jes," he pants like it's a promise. "Okay—"
It's not that he's thinking about Simon in all of this. There's no room for those thoughts to breathe when Jesper fills every inch of his attention. His heat sticking to him, all of him arching for Wilhelm — and it feels good to be needed. So, no, he's not thinking about his ex-boyfriend, not consciously, anyway. But those memories are still a part of him. They still guide him the way an old injury does: you learn to walk a certain way to avoid putting weight on it. To avoid hurting yourself again.
That's a piece of what makes this so appealing to Wilhelm. It's raw and rough, hard and wild, so different from everything he had with Simon. When he's with Jesper, he doesn't have to be the boy who fell in love too hard and too fast, the boy who got his heart broken. He can be a boy who makes Jesper laugh and moan and pant for more.
After that, he comes undone fast. Wilhelm fits in a few thrusts, reckless and rushed the way Jesper wants it, skin slapping together, every breath snapping into a groan, and a few strokes of his cock to match. As he comes, he keeps pushing through the rhythm that's pulled him apart. He folds over Jesper, hair feathering his sweaty back, fingers digging into his hip.
Wilhelm can appreciate his beauty later, right then, Jesper needs him to be inside of him. He is impatient now, he wants it, he's desperate. He pushes back when Wilhelm thrusts forward because of how enthusiastic he is, moaning loudly at the force of it. "Saints, yes, oh Wilhelm." The slap of their skin together, the sweat and power of their bodies moving so fluidly, the abandon of lust, it's everything Jesper loves about life. This is why he can never get enough of sex, why he hungers for it the way he does.
He whimpers and leans on one hand because the other one hooks around to Wilhelm's head, although it doesn't last. He scrambles, fingers clinging down the sweaty slope of his back, and then grips his ass, pulling him deeper and deeper. "That's it, baby, let go." Jesper's gasping, his hand tugging when he finally feels Wilhelm come, trying to force him to stay so he can feel him jerk, twitch, and release inside.
It doesn't actually matter that Jesper hasn't come too. Not for him. Knowing this was Wilhelm's first time doing this and that he so powerfully took what he needed, it's like a drug to him. Besides, it will only take a few more strokes for him to get there, and he likes a little orgasm denial. On the edge of pleasure and agony is a sweet spot. Jesper lets him slump on top and enjoys the weight of him.
"Mmm, don't get out of me. Here, lean to the side, sweetheart." He is already folded down on his knees so it's very easy for him to lean over and Jesper lifts his leg just a little so Wilhelm can stay inside as they adjust in a spooning position. Jesper sounds drunk and he is, on lust. "I want you to feel when I come too."
He whimpers and leans on one hand because the other one hooks around to Wilhelm's head, although it doesn't last. He scrambles, fingers clinging down the sweaty slope of his back, and then grips his ass, pulling him deeper and deeper. "That's it, baby, let go." Jesper's gasping, his hand tugging when he finally feels Wilhelm come, trying to force him to stay so he can feel him jerk, twitch, and release inside.
It doesn't actually matter that Jesper hasn't come too. Not for him. Knowing this was Wilhelm's first time doing this and that he so powerfully took what he needed, it's like a drug to him. Besides, it will only take a few more strokes for him to get there, and he likes a little orgasm denial. On the edge of pleasure and agony is a sweet spot. Jesper lets him slump on top and enjoys the weight of him.
"Mmm, don't get out of me. Here, lean to the side, sweetheart." He is already folded down on his knees so it's very easy for him to lean over and Jesper lifts his leg just a little so Wilhelm can stay inside as they adjust in a spooning position. Jesper sounds drunk and he is, on lust. "I want you to feel when I come too."
[It was easy enough to hide behind casual jokes in his messages to Kell, but truthfully, the thought of leaving the safety of the castle walls sets his nerves ablaze. Since returning to Thorne, he hasn't ventured any farther than the grounds and gardens. For months, the castle had felt like a prison whose walls drew in closer and closer. Now, the fresh air feels like freedom, the walls like a shield. Only the dark is suffocating.
Wilhelm tells himself he'll be fine. Kell will be with him. They aren't going far. The people who did all that to them are rotting in prison, which is more than they deserve.
Arriving at the entryway, he catches Kell halfway through his little game. Hands in his pockets, his eyes follow the stones from the air to Kell's palm and back again.]
Cool trick.
Wilhelm tells himself he'll be fine. Kell will be with him. They aren't going far. The people who did all that to them are rotting in prison, which is more than they deserve.
Arriving at the entryway, he catches Kell halfway through his little game. Hands in his pockets, his eyes follow the stones from the air to Kell's palm and back again.]
Cool trick.
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