When the door shuts and they're left alone, Wilhelm breathes another sigh of relief that lands in a smile. His gaze follows Jesper to his bed. One small awkward snarl in their night is easy enough to smooth out, especially when Jesper looks so damn pretty perched there. He tugs off his boots, leaving them in a heap beside the abandoned fur blankets, and folds up the distance between them. His steps are measured not out of reluctance, but something closer to reverence: he's inhabiting this moment. Letting everything else fade beyond the horizon of his mind.
Going by his expression, Wilhelm understands exactly what Jesper is implying. He hides his momentary daze by ducking his head, and distracts Jesper by wedging himself between his legs, helping with the last button of his vest, and pushing it off his shoulders.
It was supposed to be Simon. Someday, when they were ready for it. He never consciously decided it; he realizes only now that it's inked in his heart like religious dogma, right alongside the insistence that they're supposed to be together.
But Simon is not here, and maybe what fell apart between them would never be set right. Jesper is here, and he's now. Maybe he can't control the schedule by which all those aching feeling loosen their hold on his heart, but he can choose whether he tightens his grip to match — or lets go.
"Maybe...you could show me?" Wilhelm murmurs, running his hands over Jesper's tight curls. Tilting into him, he claims his lips in a kiss, slow and sweet but opening into heat and hunger as his hands drip down Jesper's chest to pet his thighs.
now for the nsfw part of the evening
Going by his expression, Wilhelm understands exactly what Jesper is implying. He hides his momentary daze by ducking his head, and distracts Jesper by wedging himself between his legs, helping with the last button of his vest, and pushing it off his shoulders.
It was supposed to be Simon. Someday, when they were ready for it. He never consciously decided it; he realizes only now that it's inked in his heart like religious dogma, right alongside the insistence that they're supposed to be together.
But Simon is not here, and maybe what fell apart between them would never be set right. Jesper is here, and he's now. Maybe he can't control the schedule by which all those aching feeling loosen their hold on his heart, but he can choose whether he tightens his grip to match — or lets go.
"Maybe...you could show me?" Wilhelm murmurs, running his hands over Jesper's tight curls. Tilting into him, he claims his lips in a kiss, slow and sweet but opening into heat and hunger as his hands drip down Jesper's chest to pet his thighs.