Now he takes the time to admire the view: Jesper stretched out against him, all ropy muscle and rich brown skin, taut arching lines and trembling thighs. With both hands busy, his eyes will have to do all the roaming in their stead. There's a weight to his gaze like there's a thickness to the air around them, hot from the fire in the grate and the friction of their skin, ripe with sweat and sex.

When Jesper comes, Wilhelm does feel it. Not just in the warm spurts of cum splashing his knuckles as he pumps him through it, but in the tightening of Jesper's body around him. His softened cock is still sensitive, and the sudden squeeze sends a gasp shuddering out of him. He's sure he'd be hard again, if his body could recover that fast.

And when Jesper falls still, Wilhelm matches his smile. This is the part where he used to get lonely, where he would feel a distance stretch around him despite the body right beside him, because his heart would look for someone who wasn't there. He doesn't feel lonely right now.

"Good," he answers, tracing Jesper's hipbone to his thigh with sticky fingers. His smile is like he's sharing an inside joke. "Really, really good."