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.