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.