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."