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.