Wilhelm finishes wiping his hands off on the corner of the blanket and curls into Jesper. He'll worry about the mess later — there's no point in cleaning up when another round feels imminent like rainclouds pressing into his skin, waiting to burst open. For now, he contents himself with tangling his legs with Jesper's, locking him in place as surely as the arm around his own waist. Enchanted by the glow emitted by Jesper's tattoo, he bends to press his lips to it, then lets Jesper plunge him into a kiss.
"No, you," he returns petulantly, but a grin breaks his pout fast. He traces Jesper's jaw, his chest, basking in the simple pleasure of it. "I'm glad I have you."
That's what he'd tried to communicate through his body, what he'd tried to press into Jesper through his touch. Even if it's not love that they have — not the kind that ties your heart up — it's something worth holding onto. It's something to fill the loneliness and pass the time.
They stay stitched close together, talking about nothing and spinning little jokes from thin air, which slips into kissing and teasing, petting and grinding, until Wilhelm is pushing inside Jesper again. The evening is theirs to take, so why not take it all?
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"No, you," he returns petulantly, but a grin breaks his pout fast. He traces Jesper's jaw, his chest, basking in the simple pleasure of it. "I'm glad I have you."
That's what he'd tried to communicate through his body, what he'd tried to press into Jesper through his touch. Even if it's not love that they have — not the kind that ties your heart up — it's something worth holding onto. It's something to fill the loneliness and pass the time.
They stay stitched close together, talking about nothing and spinning little jokes from thin air, which slips into kissing and teasing, petting and grinding, until Wilhelm is pushing inside Jesper again. The evening is theirs to take, so why not take it all?