He likes this part too, the after. When the heat burns away to a warm glow, and everything rushing through him settles. When all of him falls open, not in a cracked and broken kind of way, but like something that's too full to be shut.

Never in any hurry to untangle himself from his partner when he's done, he clings to Jesper. He enjoys the warmth of skin resting against skin, his heartbeat pinned against Jesper's spine, even the stickiness where they're connected. From there, it's easy to shift into spooning. He leans to the side, pulling Jesper with him to keep their bodies cupped together. With Wilhelm half a foot shorter, they don't line up quite right like this, but it's perfect anyway.

Propped up on an elbow to grant him a better view — not that the back of Jesper's neck isn't nice to look at, all dewed with sweat and elegantly curved — he takes him in hand again. He starts slow, but soon works up to a feverish rhythm. He wants to bask in every whimper and moan, like it's a song he can't get enough of. He wants to feel Jesper shudder apart in his grip, and to know it's because of him. It's an intoxicating thing.

"You're beautiful, Jes," he murmurs, mouthing a kiss to his shoulder. Has he ever told him that? He's thought it plenty of times.