Right now, from Wilhelm's perspective, Elrond is the coolest person ever for keeping his knowing looks to a minimum and refraining from any ribbing. Any of the guys at Forest Ridge would be eating him alive right now — well, for so many reasons. Shaking his head at Jesper's blunt bribe, he reaches behind him to hang his cold weather gear on one of the hooks by the door.
"Maybe a nice long bath would be, uh...relaxing before bed," he suggests with a shrug.
Emphasis on long. He has the grace to look apologetic, aware that, though in not so many words, he's kicking Elrond out. He clears his throat awkwardly.
Transparent works for him, he hates being subtle. He's not good at it, it always is obvious in the end. The smile he flashes is bright and appreciative.
"You're already on my favorite list, Elrond, thanks, mate. I'll make you something shiny." He already has a few ideas based on Elrond's coloring, he's very pretty. Easy to get inspiration for.
Now that he is apparently going to stay Jesper shrugs out of his flashy green jacket, setting it to the side.
His shoulders slope with a sigh of relief as Elrond agrees. As awkward as this whole exchange is, this is about as smoothly as it could have gone. Fussing with his hair, Wilhelm moves away from the door — another not so subtle hint.
"Okay, cool," he says with unconvincing casualness. And then with a slight grimace: "Sorry."
Having never had a roommate before, he isn't entirely sure how to navigate the vast waters of etiquette surrounding the sharing of a living space, but...Elrond seems okay with the sudden change in his evening plans. They said thanks; they said sorry! How much more polite can they get?
Elrond merely shakes his head as he makes his way to depart. The young have only so much time. He's hardly going to hold any of this against them. He closes the door quietly behind him.
Jesper saw which bed Elrond was on so he just boldly goes right over to the other one, Wilhelm's for certain, and casually kicks off his shoes. He arches an eyebrow at him playfully and crooks a finger. They are a far way from their first tumble in the Horizon Crow Club, which was a good time but all very new and a little awkward given the newness of it all. Jesper loves having sex with people, but he prefers keeping regular lovers because there is so much more to learn about someone that way. One time is never really enough.
"So what kind of ravishing were you thinking, sweetheart? Because I may have something very helpful we can use if you'd like to get in more than my mouth." This is Jesper Fahey. The fact he has lube on him in one of his many, many secret pockets should in no way be a surprise. He likes to be prepared and does have a taste for semi-public sex, but this will be a lot easier. The point is that he wants to offer and then Wilhelm can set his comfort level.
Jesper is usually wearing layers, especially in weather like this, so he undoes his vest, taking his time in part so Wilhelm can enjoy the view, unless he wants to come over and tear it off himself. "I'm yours, pigeon, any which way you want." A true switch by all definitions.
When the door shuts and they're left alone, Wilhelm breathes another sigh of relief that lands in a smile. His gaze follows Jesper to his bed. One small awkward snarl in their night is easy enough to smooth out, especially when Jesper looks so damn pretty perched there. He tugs off his boots, leaving them in a heap beside the abandoned fur blankets, and folds up the distance between them. His steps are measured not out of reluctance, but something closer to reverence: he's inhabiting this moment. Letting everything else fade beyond the horizon of his mind.
Going by his expression, Wilhelm understands exactly what Jesper is implying. He hides his momentary daze by ducking his head, and distracts Jesper by wedging himself between his legs, helping with the last button of his vest, and pushing it off his shoulders.
It was supposed to be Simon. Someday, when they were ready for it. He never consciously decided it; he realizes only now that it's inked in his heart like religious dogma, right alongside the insistence that they're supposed to be together.
But Simon is not here, and maybe what fell apart between them would never be set right. Jesper is here, and he's now. Maybe he can't control the schedule by which all those aching feeling loosen their hold on his heart, but he can choose whether he tightens his grip to match — or lets go.
"Maybe...you could show me?" Wilhelm murmurs, running his hands over Jesper's tight curls. Tilting into him, he claims his lips in a kiss, slow and sweet but opening into heat and hunger as his hands drip down Jesper's chest to pet his thighs.
Jesper smiles and parts his legs so Wilhelm can move between them easier, shrugging his vest off. He does have to snag a small bottle of lube from a secret pocket inside the vest, which he does and for now simply puts aside. It is a suggestion but not an insistence, an option if they want it, but pressure is not his way. All he ever wants is a good time for both of them.
He doesn't entirely know how experienced Wilhelm is; experienced enough to not be new to what they've done together so far, but he is easy-going. Always ready to adapt to his partner. And he wants to be good for Wilhelm, good to him, his pigeon so clearly needs that from someone, he can tell. Jesper returns the kiss with the heat he's searching for, his tongue stroking against Wilhelm's, tasting him deep.
He slides his hands down Wilhelm's shirt and around to cup his sweet little bottom, squeezing playfully before he pulls him forward and encourages him to climb onto Jesper's lap. He breaks their kiss only so he can start pushing Wilhelm's shirt off him eagerly, wanting that smooth soft skin underneath his mouth and fingers.
"I would love to show you anything, Wille, and I'll make it so good, I promise."
Jesper is easy to get lost in. Sinking into the kiss, Wilhelm sways into his touch. His back arches to meet the heat of those hands gliding all over him, goading him to take Jesper in greedy handfuls in return. Following the line of Jesper's inner thigh to its apex, he palms the front of his trousers to find the shape of his stiffening cock as he climbs into his lap.
All hazy sighs and soft smiles under the persuasion of Jesper's hands, he lifts his arms to allow him to pull his loose-fitting shirt off. The moment it's gone, he loops his arms around Jesper's shoulders, fingers fanning up his neck and plunging into his hair.
"I know," he breathes into his ear, dangling a kiss from the lobe. "You're always good to me, Jes."
For once, he's not thinking about Simon at all. It's easier now to close the door on those memories that once comprised the whole of his sexual experience. He's not mourning that he's kissed other boys more times than he ever got to kiss Simon either. He's left his melancholia out in the cold night air to shiver alone. As Wilhelm rolls his hips down onto Jesper and spills a sigh against his temple, he's thinking only about the boy who's keeping him warm right now.
Jesper strains up against his touch and smiles, running his hands over his pretty, soft body that he is getting used to now. Jesper loves learning his partners, he isn't a one-night stand person as a preference. What he knows about Wilhelm now is so much better than their first time, as glorious as that was. He feels a nice glow inside his chest when Wille says something so trusting, wanting to be deserving of that.
He grips Wilhelm by the ass and lifts him, turning fairly gracefully to put him on his back on the bed. He follows a moment later and crawls right on top of him, taking a few seconds to kiss him deeply, rocking his hips down against him so they can have nice friction. Jesper did promise to be ravished but it is so difficult when Wilhelm is beautiful and warm underneath him.
"You're so lovely, Wille." There is no doubting he means what he says, his gaze never stops being appreciative when he looks at him. Jesper is forced to scoot back though so he can undo Wilhelm's pants and tug him off, wanting nothing more than that pretty body to eat up with his eyes.
"Right now, what do you want, sweetheart? I can show you what it feels like to be inside me, or I can open you up and do the same." Jesper smirks at him, mischief in his silver eyes, as he reaches out and caresses his fingers along Wilhelm's cock. Just a tease. A thumb runs slowly on top of the head to distract him with a little pleasure.
"You can change your mind at any point, but I want to give you this, baby. I want to make you see stars." Not that they haven't already had plenty of incredible orgasms together. He knows this is far more intimate.
Likewise, Wilhelm is content to be pinned to the blankets by Jesper's insistent hips and dizzying kiss. It's not the kind of weight that traps; it's the kind that secures. He keeps Jesper there with hips pushing into the friction and thighs clamping his sides, with hands running down his back and rucking up his shirt. Underneath his touch, still chilled from the night air, Jesper's skin burns warm.
With those electric eyes sizzling over his body, he feels as lovely as Jesper says he is. He grins, shifting to allow Jesper to slide his pants down his legs, and shoving his underwear down too. The shyness Wilhelm used to hold around his naked body fell away a few hookups ago. His anticipation of this moment began up on deck, with Jesper's lips pressed to his neck. Several turns of the clock later, measured in plunging kisses and heated touches, he's already painfully hard and desperate for Jesper's hands on him.
So when Jesper whispers his fingers over his cock, a whimper simmers in his throat, and his hips push into the touch, impatient for more. At the same time that it's hard to hold his fluttering gaze steady on him, it's impossible to look away.
"I want..." he begins, sucking his lips in contemplation, tracing Jesper's jaw with his fingers. "I want to see what it's like. Being...inside of you."
Still self-conscious as he learns the language of desire, he laughs and busies his hands with pulling open Jesper's shirt. His gaze slides down his chest, admiring the view from here.
Jesper thought the shyness was absolutely adorable, but he does prefer Wilhelm being a little more confident to show off, or at least let Jesper's eyes appreciate the beauty of his body. The smile he flashes him when he says what he wants is so bright. Eager. Happy. He desperately wants to share this with him but was content to hold back, forever if necessary. Everyone has their comfort levels and they've been having plenty of fun. He just likes the deepest intimacy he can find.
Jesper shrugs out of his shirt and tosses it off, quickly getting rid of all of his clothes in obvious eagerness. Nothing is better than what he gets to slide on top of Wilhelm, although this time he purposely straddles him and ducks his head down to steal an intense kiss. He lets it go on and on, tasting him, one kiss into the next until they're both breathless. He kisses the tip of Wilhelm's nose for fun afterward and sits back up.
"Trust me when I say it will be my pleasure." He waggles his eyes at Wilhelm to get him to laugh, reaching behind him to find the bottle. Jesper could honestly handle himself very quickly, but it Wilhelm wants the full experience, they may as well make it a sensual time. Another round he might get impatient, but not this one. "Here, love." Jesper takes his hand and brings it up to his mouth, kissing each finger and then the palm. "I'm extremely easy to open, so experiment all you like."
It should not be a surprise, Jesper's body is always so relaxed and into sex. He slicks up Wilhelm's hand for him and goes up on his knees, still straddling and spread on top of him, bringing Wilhelm's hand back to his entrance. "I want it, Wille, you have no idea."
As Jesper sheds his clothes, Wilhelm coasts his hands all over his body, following the now familiar paths of shoulders and spine, hips and thighs, chest and stomach, trailing off to give his cock a little tug. He traces each tattoo like it's a good luck charm. His lips part for Jesper, and his whole body moves to the rhythm of their kiss, back arching to press their chests together, hips rolling upward. He likes this part, where it feels like they've jumped off of something and they're just tumbling through the air together. The ground is a long way off.
Well, to be honest, he likes every part of sex with Jesper. It's easy, fun, like having a laugh with a friend, only you're both naked and all over each other. He feels like he can be himself. A version of himself he likes better, more carefree and confident — borrowing both from Jesper.
Wilhelm scrunches his nose as Jesper kisses it, laughs as he wiggles his eyebrows. He gets in one good retaliatory squeeze of his ass before his hand gets plucked away. Playing the role of student, he watches raptly as Jesper slicks his fingers with the contents of the bottle, something cool and slippery. Under Jesper's guidance, he finds the tight ring of muscle marking his entrance. He almost forgets to breathe, the intimacy of this moment gathers so thickly and palpably around him.
"I have some idea," he murmurs, biting his lower lip. Contemplatively, he strokes a finger across Jesper's entrance. He's not the one getting coaxed open, but being that he's new to this, he does need some time to get used to the feeling. "This okay?"
Measuring Jesper's response, he applies a little more pressure to his stroking. With his other hand splayed over Jesper's thigh, he soothes and pets.
Their first time was magnetic but Jesper has always found second, third, and many more times as better. You get to know the other person and he and Wille have that energy now. Wilhelm's hands on his body are familiar but no less exciting than the first time, the hunger for his touch as easy as breathing. He smiles into Wilhelm's mouth as they kiss and it's purely fun. He kisses his pretty face a few more times because it's there and laughs at the ass squeeze.
"Oh yes, you might," Jesper says with a chuckle. He is, after all, hard and eager between the two of them right now. Not that he needs any more attention at this point. "I'm never going to get used to how pretty you are, pigeon." Seriously. He's just so pretty. The flush of his cheeks and his sweet nervous eyes. Jesper may be a little infatuated with him.
"More than okay, sweetheart." Jesper is patient so he lets Wilhelm do this at his speed instead. He is a great person to experiment with and try things for the first time, because he is very encouraging. "It's good to take it slow at first, I adapt faster than most people." So if Wilhelm ends up wanting to fuck someone else, he should be more careful than Jesper needs him to be.
"Slide your finger into the knuckle, wait until you feel my body adjust, and then all the way in, alright? It will feel a little strange the first few times when you're on the other end, but it eventually is amazing." It's all about the looseness of the body and how arousal can help that along. Jesper doesn't mind being a teacher. He seems completely at ease as he brushes his own hand along Wilhelm's neck and chest, playing very lightly with his nipples.
"You wait until it feels easy and relaxed to add another. Use your fingers to spread a little, encouraging my body to adapt to you. Trust me, you'll know when it's going well, because I'll start intentionally fucking myself on your fingers." Jesper winks.
He doesn't think he'll ever get used to Jesper calling him pretty like that, light like a caress and weighted with sincerity. But that just means it will feel electric every time. Pretty. Pigeon. Sweetheart. Baby. Jesper has a talent for making him feel shiny and unbroken. Wilhelm has never liked being the center of everyone's attention, but he loves being the center of just one person's attention.
They're not in love, but whatever they are, it's enough right now.
Smiling and shifting into Jesper's touch, Wilhelm continues to stroke at his entrance. Tentatively, he pushes his fingertip into him and feels the muscle yield. Heat cinches him tight, and it does feel a little weird — but it also kindles his curiosity. His dick throbs in anticipation, hips wiggling beneath Jesper. A needy sigh tumbles from his lips.
"You're so hot, Jes, they way you just...say all that stuff, and sound so confident."
Studying Jesper in the flickering light with heated eyes, he slides his finger in deeper, up to the knuckle like he was instructed. He spends some time there, rubbing at his inner wall, slowly dragging out and pushing back in. Experimentally, he brushes his thumb behind Jesper's balls. He wants to find everything that feels good, wants to pull him into the deepest currents of pleasure.
They're not in love but the mix of friendship and genuine care between them makes this stronger. It definitely helps make this sexy and not awkward, as a lack of affection and trust can make things cool between people as they experiment. Not here. Jesper tightens and relaxes around his finger on purpose so he can feel what it's like. One day this will be so familiar to them that Wilhelm will slide into him as smooth as butter, but he enjoys his full eager attention.
"You love my mouth for all possible reasons, don't you?" Jesper flashes a grin at him, still playful even now. He does make a pleased sound as Wilhelm gets comfortable moving his finger in. "Mmm, you're going to feel so good inside of me, love. I'm tighter than anything you could imagine." Well, he's not as tight as other men might be, but at this moment in time, it will feel tight. Snug. Intense. Jesper's looking forward to it. Wilhelm's constantly surprising him.
Such as when his thumb brushes Jesper's balls and he didn't expect that, and it gets a shivering reaction out of him. A nice ripple of pleasure. Jesper reaches behind him to wrap a hand around Wilhelm and gives him a long stroke from base to tip, wanting him to feel it to the tip of his toes. "More, Wille." He wiggles on him. "Do you know what position you want to fuck me in yet?"
He can't help the laugh that bubbles out of him when Jesper grins like that and slings innuendos, or the moan that stretches languidly from his throat when he gives his cock a little attention. More, Wille — his name pressing into him like the sweltering air around a fire as Jesper moves against his touch, and his beautiful body ripples over him. Slow as a caress, he draws his finger out, only to add another when he delves in again.
"I can only pick one?" he teases, trying on a bit of Jesper's flirtatious charm like he might try on his jacket. His playful pouting, though, quickly cracks into a bashful smile that he curves toward the pillow. Wilhelm distracts him with touch, which has always been easier to communicate with than words, pushing his palm up the inner perimeter of his thigh and cupping his balls. Brushing his fingers behind, tugging on his cock, all sweet and hungry at once.
As he works Jesper open, it's the good kind of nervous that flutters in his belly like all those translucent jellyfish they'd watched floating up to the sky. He wants to try this with him. At the same time that Jesper is a wild adventure, he's a safe space.
It's fun to see Wilhelm opening like this, so far from their first time when it was a little bit awkward but very desperate and needy. They'd both needed a distraction at the time from pain in their lives, and having a passionate encounter in the Crow Club felt like something necessary. Since then their hookups have been better each time though as they became comfortable with one another.
Wilhelm teases the way that Jesper would and he outright laughs, charmed by his growing confidence. "Oh baby I would let you fuck me every which way until I can't walk tomorrow, if that's what you wanted." He winks at him although he is one hundred percent serious, Jesper is a very hungry individual. He rarely feels better than chasing one high or another, and lust is the healthiest of them.
Jesper shudders and moans when he touches him, and he moves for the first time into this, rocking his hips up into Wilhelm's touch and then down into his two fingers. "Wille, when I move up like that again, I want you to push your fingers into me a little faster, yeah? Play with the speed and force." He likes the role of teacher of the boy who literally has his fingers in him, it's quite appealing for someone so experienced.
"You're already so good at this, sweetheart." He is putting in the effort of also stroking him while doing it, that's very helpful. Not that Jesper wants too much of that or he'll get overexcited, but he has incredible stamina. He rises up on Wilhelm and breathes, stroking Wilhelm and curling his thumb along the rim of the head.
sorry for the wait; now back to your regularly scheduled fooling around
He rolls his eyes, but truthfully, he's all tangled up in Jesper's charms. Nobody else could make a wink look so natural or land so smoothly.
For a long stretch, any words Wilhelm might say get lost on the way from his brain to his tongue, he's so ensnared by Jesper's movements — his long, lean body swaying into his touch, fucking into his hand as he jerks him slowly, pushing himself onto his fingers. His breath pumps out in a hot rush as Jesper plays with his cock. Following his instructions, he stuffs his fingers in a little faster, a little firmer. He wants to earn every sweetheart and baby.
"Don't be stupid," he finally manages. Soft and throaty, underscored with a squeeze of his cock, it's not much of a reprimand. "You have to be able to walk. We have a big important boring dinner to show up for tomorrow."
With impatience burning him down, he releases Jesper's cock so that he can push himself up and crash their lips together in a kiss. He slips a moan into his mouth, tongue tracing the part. He keeps their rhythm with his fingers, sliding into Jesper, stretching him.
Jesper groans when Wilhelm follows his suggestions and his fingers are doing excellent work, he's going to give him top marks, and pleasure flickers on his face the firmer Wilhelm goes. He has a tendency to like it rough but he isn't going to do that on their first go, he wants to make this a wonderful first experience for his pigeon. It's not every day you get to be someone's first-time in this regard, and especially not someone he finds so special and precious like Wilhelm.
He laughs at him again. Jesper always loves teasing and joking in the bedroom, it's just how he is. "Mmm, who says I wouldn't like to still feel you when sitting for a boring dinner?" He is wicked and he knows it, but it's also the truth.
Jesper releases Wilhelm's cock too when he surges up and throws himself into the kiss with just as much passion. His hands frame Wilhelm's face and then one curls into his hair, holding him close as their tongues tangle together. He doesn't stop moving onto Wilhelm's fingers, something very graceful and easy about how he manages to kiss the life out of him while also riding him. A sign of things to come, perhaps.
"Wille," Jesper moans when he has to breathe outside of the kiss. "This is the time to decide how you want to fuck me, darling." He is starting to get very impatient and he opens so easily underneath Wilhelm's touch, demanding in how he moves back into him.
"I could ride you just like this." He kisses Wilhelm's cheek, sucking on his earlobe. "You could put me on my back, spread my legs, and take me." He murmurs saucily into his ear. "Or on my hands and knees. Or on my side, you behind me. There are so many options, sweetheart, and they're all yours."
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.
I promise I don't mind, they're very cute go Wille go
Jesper is very eager to switch places if that means getting closer to what they both want. He moves quickly with Wilhelm's instructions and settles onto the bed, arching up into him with the beginnings of impatience. He spreads his legs in invitation and laughs at the tease, running his fingers through Wilhelm's hair when he ducks his head down.
"Don't make promises you don't intend to keep." They are young and horny, Jesper is fairly certain they could spend the entire night lost in each other. He is more than game for as many positions as Wilhelm feels like exploring. Jesper's appetite is endless and he already is enjoying seeing Wilhelm blossom and be confident.
Jesper sighs and arches into Wilhelm's body, wanting more, needing more, tilting his head for him to get more of his neck. "Yes, yes, yes." He eagerly murmurs as Wilhelm positions between his legs and just as before, moving into Jesper is as easy as can be. While he can relax and be open quickly, he instead purposely stays tight to really let Wilhelm enjoy the feeling of being surrounded in heat.
On his end, it feels amazing and he groans, hooking a leg around Wilhelm and putting his heel against his ass, tugging him forward in a clear demand for him to go deeper. He lets himself get lost in how good it is to be filled, gray eyes hazy as they look up at Wilhelm, smiling. "You're perfect, Wilhelm. Already so good at this." He likes to praise and it's the truth.
He's thought about what it would be like, late at night with the curtains drawn around his bed and his underwear shoved down his thighs. He couldn't have imagined, though, how easily Jesper's body yields to him, and at the same time, how tightly his heat squeezes his cock. As he pushes in deeper at Jesper's urging, his panting gathers into moaning.
The heady praise frees Wilhelm up to focus on spoiling Jesper with as much pleasure as he can, instead of worrying about his performance. Not that his thoughts carry much substance anyway, all sea form swirling on the rolling waves of his body as he rocks his hips in a tentative rhythm. Impulse does all his thinking for him. Pour kisses against Jesper's throat. Run a hand down his side, trace the muscles in his thigh. Flutter fingers over his cock. Touch, and touch, and touch him. Breathe him in.
"Jes," he groans, bumping their foreheads together. Jesper's eyes are so fucking pretty, like the smooth bits of glass you find on the beach.
For as raw as his movements are, there's an earnestness in every one that's sweet. He likes being with Jesper, and he wants him to know that.
Jesper almost warned him how intense being inside someone could be, but it is better to have him experience it raw, and to watch and feel and hear him react to this new experience. There is a deep intimacy involved in this that can't be duplicated any other way because every part of them is touching, Wilhelm's in him, a part of him. Sometimes he can forget how special that is when he's lost in lust and excitement with people used to it. Being someone's first time is feeling that way too.
It is sweet and tender and Jesper is lost in a different way, enjoying the soft kisses from Wilhelm, the way he wants to touch all of Jesper, how eager he is. Jesper keeps his leg hooked around him and doesn't push him after that initial need to have him fully inside, letting Wilhelm take control and enjoy what that feels like. He is not passive under him, rocking along with his rhythm, moving down whenever he thrusts close, one hand brushing through his dark hair and the other running down his bare back.
"Wille," he moans back, arching up into his touch on his cock. "My pretty pigeon. Mmm, try something for me." Jesper is enjoying being the teacher even now, his fingers sliding from his hair to cup his cheek, looking at him. "Pull in and out very slowly, so you can feel every centimeter, every inch, as I take you in." It's his first time, he wants him to really be stuck in the moment with him, not get lost in only the pleasure.
He is losing breath a little as Wilhelm works in him, it is delicious, sighing as he lifts up to kiss him sensually. When Jesper pulls back his smile turns mischievous. "The next time you pull out, I want you to push back in fast. One firm move, caught on a breath, all the way in."
He loses himself in Jesper the way you lose yourself in a good song. There's a familiarity to it, parts that he's learned by heart, like the thrill of Jesper's hands in his hair and the hot press of his lips, but now there are layers in the music he's never heard before. Jesper's pleasure heightens his own, each shift of his body fitting into Wilhelm's rhythm, each moan striking a new chord somewhere deep inside him. His hands can't decide where to touch. They want all of Jesper at once.
"Okay," his answer stretches out on a moan, his breath heavy and hot. Everything Jesper says sounds so damn good.
As hard as it is to hold back, he pauses his thrusting. Hand spread over Jesper's thigh, coaxing it back into a sharper angle, he pushes in as slowly as he can. He can feel every inch of Jesper's body clinging to him, every degree of sweltering heat swallowing up his cock. He tries to watch him just as carefully, but the moan swelling from his throat makes his head tip back, his eyes flutter shut.
Being inside of Jesper makes him feel closer to him than he's ever been. It makes him feel like he can just pour his feelings into him without saying a word. How happy he is to have met him, how much it means to him to know that there's someone he can turn to in small, dark hours, someone who can make him smile and laugh anyway.
Out again, just as slowly, just as sweet and savoring. Even at this pace, Wilhelm struggles to breathe. Then, it wasn't part of Jesper's instructions, but he grabs his wrists and pins them to the bed, before he plunges in all at once, faster and harder than anything he's given tonight. The moan that it knocks out of him is louder than anything he's given too.
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"Maybe a nice long bath would be, uh...relaxing before bed," he suggests with a shrug.
Emphasis on long. He has the grace to look apologetic, aware that, though in not so many words, he's kicking Elrond out. He clears his throat awkwardly.
"If you don't mind."
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"Of course," he says with a smile, "I could use the fresh air. Feel free to use the room in my absence."
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"You're already on my favorite list, Elrond, thanks, mate. I'll make you something shiny." He already has a few ideas based on Elrond's coloring, he's very pretty. Easy to get inspiration for.
Now that he is apparently going to stay Jesper shrugs out of his flashy green jacket, setting it to the side.
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"Okay, cool," he says with unconvincing casualness. And then with a slight grimace: "Sorry."
Having never had a roommate before, he isn't entirely sure how to navigate the vast waters of etiquette surrounding the sharing of a living space, but...Elrond seems okay with the sudden change in his evening plans. They said thanks; they said sorry! How much more polite can they get?
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"So what kind of ravishing were you thinking, sweetheart? Because I may have something very helpful we can use if you'd like to get in more than my mouth." This is Jesper Fahey. The fact he has lube on him in one of his many, many secret pockets should in no way be a surprise. He likes to be prepared and does have a taste for semi-public sex, but this will be a lot easier. The point is that he wants to offer and then Wilhelm can set his comfort level.
Jesper is usually wearing layers, especially in weather like this, so he undoes his vest, taking his time in part so Wilhelm can enjoy the view, unless he wants to come over and tear it off himself. "I'm yours, pigeon, any which way you want." A true switch by all definitions.
now for the nsfw part of the evening
Going by his expression, Wilhelm understands exactly what Jesper is implying. He hides his momentary daze by ducking his head, and distracts Jesper by wedging himself between his legs, helping with the last button of his vest, and pushing it off his shoulders.
It was supposed to be Simon. Someday, when they were ready for it. He never consciously decided it; he realizes only now that it's inked in his heart like religious dogma, right alongside the insistence that they're supposed to be together.
But Simon is not here, and maybe what fell apart between them would never be set right. Jesper is here, and he's now. Maybe he can't control the schedule by which all those aching feeling loosen their hold on his heart, but he can choose whether he tightens his grip to match — or lets go.
"Maybe...you could show me?" Wilhelm murmurs, running his hands over Jesper's tight curls. Tilting into him, he claims his lips in a kiss, slow and sweet but opening into heat and hunger as his hands drip down Jesper's chest to pet his thighs.
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He doesn't entirely know how experienced Wilhelm is; experienced enough to not be new to what they've done together so far, but he is easy-going. Always ready to adapt to his partner. And he wants to be good for Wilhelm, good to him, his pigeon so clearly needs that from someone, he can tell. Jesper returns the kiss with the heat he's searching for, his tongue stroking against Wilhelm's, tasting him deep.
He slides his hands down Wilhelm's shirt and around to cup his sweet little bottom, squeezing playfully before he pulls him forward and encourages him to climb onto Jesper's lap. He breaks their kiss only so he can start pushing Wilhelm's shirt off him eagerly, wanting that smooth soft skin underneath his mouth and fingers.
"I would love to show you anything, Wille, and I'll make it so good, I promise."
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All hazy sighs and soft smiles under the persuasion of Jesper's hands, he lifts his arms to allow him to pull his loose-fitting shirt off. The moment it's gone, he loops his arms around Jesper's shoulders, fingers fanning up his neck and plunging into his hair.
"I know," he breathes into his ear, dangling a kiss from the lobe. "You're always good to me, Jes."
For once, he's not thinking about Simon at all. It's easier now to close the door on those memories that once comprised the whole of his sexual experience. He's not mourning that he's kissed other boys more times than he ever got to kiss Simon either. He's left his melancholia out in the cold night air to shiver alone. As Wilhelm rolls his hips down onto Jesper and spills a sigh against his temple, he's thinking only about the boy who's keeping him warm right now.
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He grips Wilhelm by the ass and lifts him, turning fairly gracefully to put him on his back on the bed. He follows a moment later and crawls right on top of him, taking a few seconds to kiss him deeply, rocking his hips down against him so they can have nice friction. Jesper did promise to be ravished but it is so difficult when Wilhelm is beautiful and warm underneath him.
"You're so lovely, Wille." There is no doubting he means what he says, his gaze never stops being appreciative when he looks at him. Jesper is forced to scoot back though so he can undo Wilhelm's pants and tug him off, wanting nothing more than that pretty body to eat up with his eyes.
"Right now, what do you want, sweetheart? I can show you what it feels like to be inside me, or I can open you up and do the same." Jesper smirks at him, mischief in his silver eyes, as he reaches out and caresses his fingers along Wilhelm's cock. Just a tease. A thumb runs slowly on top of the head to distract him with a little pleasure.
"You can change your mind at any point, but I want to give you this, baby. I want to make you see stars." Not that they haven't already had plenty of incredible orgasms together. He knows this is far more intimate.
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With those electric eyes sizzling over his body, he feels as lovely as Jesper says he is. He grins, shifting to allow Jesper to slide his pants down his legs, and shoving his underwear down too. The shyness Wilhelm used to hold around his naked body fell away a few hookups ago. His anticipation of this moment began up on deck, with Jesper's lips pressed to his neck. Several turns of the clock later, measured in plunging kisses and heated touches, he's already painfully hard and desperate for Jesper's hands on him.
So when Jesper whispers his fingers over his cock, a whimper simmers in his throat, and his hips push into the touch, impatient for more. At the same time that it's hard to hold his fluttering gaze steady on him, it's impossible to look away.
"I want..." he begins, sucking his lips in contemplation, tracing Jesper's jaw with his fingers. "I want to see what it's like. Being...inside of you."
Still self-conscious as he learns the language of desire, he laughs and busies his hands with pulling open Jesper's shirt. His gaze slides down his chest, admiring the view from here.
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Jesper shrugs out of his shirt and tosses it off, quickly getting rid of all of his clothes in obvious eagerness. Nothing is better than what he gets to slide on top of Wilhelm, although this time he purposely straddles him and ducks his head down to steal an intense kiss. He lets it go on and on, tasting him, one kiss into the next until they're both breathless. He kisses the tip of Wilhelm's nose for fun afterward and sits back up.
"Trust me when I say it will be my pleasure." He waggles his eyes at Wilhelm to get him to laugh, reaching behind him to find the bottle. Jesper could honestly handle himself very quickly, but it Wilhelm wants the full experience, they may as well make it a sensual time. Another round he might get impatient, but not this one. "Here, love." Jesper takes his hand and brings it up to his mouth, kissing each finger and then the palm. "I'm extremely easy to open, so experiment all you like."
It should not be a surprise, Jesper's body is always so relaxed and into sex. He slicks up Wilhelm's hand for him and goes up on his knees, still straddling and spread on top of him, bringing Wilhelm's hand back to his entrance. "I want it, Wille, you have no idea."
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Well, to be honest, he likes every part of sex with Jesper. It's easy, fun, like having a laugh with a friend, only you're both naked and all over each other. He feels like he can be himself. A version of himself he likes better, more carefree and confident — borrowing both from Jesper.
Wilhelm scrunches his nose as Jesper kisses it, laughs as he wiggles his eyebrows. He gets in one good retaliatory squeeze of his ass before his hand gets plucked away. Playing the role of student, he watches raptly as Jesper slicks his fingers with the contents of the bottle, something cool and slippery. Under Jesper's guidance, he finds the tight ring of muscle marking his entrance. He almost forgets to breathe, the intimacy of this moment gathers so thickly and palpably around him.
"I have some idea," he murmurs, biting his lower lip. Contemplatively, he strokes a finger across Jesper's entrance. He's not the one getting coaxed open, but being that he's new to this, he does need some time to get used to the feeling. "This okay?"
Measuring Jesper's response, he applies a little more pressure to his stroking. With his other hand splayed over Jesper's thigh, he soothes and pets.
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"Oh yes, you might," Jesper says with a chuckle. He is, after all, hard and eager between the two of them right now. Not that he needs any more attention at this point. "I'm never going to get used to how pretty you are, pigeon." Seriously. He's just so pretty. The flush of his cheeks and his sweet nervous eyes. Jesper may be a little infatuated with him.
"More than okay, sweetheart." Jesper is patient so he lets Wilhelm do this at his speed instead. He is a great person to experiment with and try things for the first time, because he is very encouraging. "It's good to take it slow at first, I adapt faster than most people." So if Wilhelm ends up wanting to fuck someone else, he should be more careful than Jesper needs him to be.
"Slide your finger into the knuckle, wait until you feel my body adjust, and then all the way in, alright? It will feel a little strange the first few times when you're on the other end, but it eventually is amazing." It's all about the looseness of the body and how arousal can help that along. Jesper doesn't mind being a teacher. He seems completely at ease as he brushes his own hand along Wilhelm's neck and chest, playing very lightly with his nipples.
"You wait until it feels easy and relaxed to add another. Use your fingers to spread a little, encouraging my body to adapt to you. Trust me, you'll know when it's going well, because I'll start intentionally fucking myself on your fingers." Jesper winks.
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They're not in love, but whatever they are, it's enough right now.
Smiling and shifting into Jesper's touch, Wilhelm continues to stroke at his entrance. Tentatively, he pushes his fingertip into him and feels the muscle yield. Heat cinches him tight, and it does feel a little weird — but it also kindles his curiosity. His dick throbs in anticipation, hips wiggling beneath Jesper. A needy sigh tumbles from his lips.
"You're so hot, Jes, they way you just...say all that stuff, and sound so confident."
Studying Jesper in the flickering light with heated eyes, he slides his finger in deeper, up to the knuckle like he was instructed. He spends some time there, rubbing at his inner wall, slowly dragging out and pushing back in. Experimentally, he brushes his thumb behind Jesper's balls. He wants to find everything that feels good, wants to pull him into the deepest currents of pleasure.
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"You love my mouth for all possible reasons, don't you?" Jesper flashes a grin at him, still playful even now. He does make a pleased sound as Wilhelm gets comfortable moving his finger in. "Mmm, you're going to feel so good inside of me, love. I'm tighter than anything you could imagine." Well, he's not as tight as other men might be, but at this moment in time, it will feel tight. Snug. Intense. Jesper's looking forward to it. Wilhelm's constantly surprising him.
Such as when his thumb brushes Jesper's balls and he didn't expect that, and it gets a shivering reaction out of him. A nice ripple of pleasure. Jesper reaches behind him to wrap a hand around Wilhelm and gives him a long stroke from base to tip, wanting him to feel it to the tip of his toes. "More, Wille." He wiggles on him. "Do you know what position you want to fuck me in yet?"
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"I can only pick one?" he teases, trying on a bit of Jesper's flirtatious charm like he might try on his jacket. His playful pouting, though, quickly cracks into a bashful smile that he curves toward the pillow. Wilhelm distracts him with touch, which has always been easier to communicate with than words, pushing his palm up the inner perimeter of his thigh and cupping his balls. Brushing his fingers behind, tugging on his cock, all sweet and hungry at once.
As he works Jesper open, it's the good kind of nervous that flutters in his belly like all those translucent jellyfish they'd watched floating up to the sky. He wants to try this with him. At the same time that Jesper is a wild adventure, he's a safe space.
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Wilhelm teases the way that Jesper would and he outright laughs, charmed by his growing confidence. "Oh baby I would let you fuck me every which way until I can't walk tomorrow, if that's what you wanted." He winks at him although he is one hundred percent serious, Jesper is a very hungry individual. He rarely feels better than chasing one high or another, and lust is the healthiest of them.
Jesper shudders and moans when he touches him, and he moves for the first time into this, rocking his hips up into Wilhelm's touch and then down into his two fingers. "Wille, when I move up like that again, I want you to push your fingers into me a little faster, yeah? Play with the speed and force." He likes the role of teacher of the boy who literally has his fingers in him, it's quite appealing for someone so experienced.
"You're already so good at this, sweetheart." He is putting in the effort of also stroking him while doing it, that's very helpful. Not that Jesper wants too much of that or he'll get overexcited, but he has incredible stamina. He rises up on Wilhelm and breathes, stroking Wilhelm and curling his thumb along the rim of the head.
sorry for the wait; now back to your regularly scheduled fooling around
For a long stretch, any words Wilhelm might say get lost on the way from his brain to his tongue, he's so ensnared by Jesper's movements — his long, lean body swaying into his touch, fucking into his hand as he jerks him slowly, pushing himself onto his fingers. His breath pumps out in a hot rush as Jesper plays with his cock. Following his instructions, he stuffs his fingers in a little faster, a little firmer. He wants to earn every sweetheart and baby.
"Don't be stupid," he finally manages. Soft and throaty, underscored with a squeeze of his cock, it's not much of a reprimand. "You have to be able to walk. We have a big important boring dinner to show up for tomorrow."
With impatience burning him down, he releases Jesper's cock so that he can push himself up and crash their lips together in a kiss. He slips a moan into his mouth, tongue tracing the part. He keeps their rhythm with his fingers, sliding into Jesper, stretching him.
I'm thirsty don't @ me
He laughs at him again. Jesper always loves teasing and joking in the bedroom, it's just how he is. "Mmm, who says I wouldn't like to still feel you when sitting for a boring dinner?" He is wicked and he knows it, but it's also the truth.
Jesper releases Wilhelm's cock too when he surges up and throws himself into the kiss with just as much passion. His hands frame Wilhelm's face and then one curls into his hair, holding him close as their tongues tangle together. He doesn't stop moving onto Wilhelm's fingers, something very graceful and easy about how he manages to kiss the life out of him while also riding him. A sign of things to come, perhaps.
"Wille," Jesper moans when he has to breathe outside of the kiss. "This is the time to decide how you want to fuck me, darling." He is starting to get very impatient and he opens so easily underneath Wilhelm's touch, demanding in how he moves back into him.
"I could ride you just like this." He kisses Wilhelm's cheek, sucking on his earlobe. "You could put me on my back, spread my legs, and take me." He murmurs saucily into his ear. "Or on my hands and knees. Or on my side, you behind me. There are so many options, sweetheart, and they're all yours."
i only wish my brain power could match my thirst
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.
I promise I don't mind, they're very cute go Wille go
"Don't make promises you don't intend to keep." They are young and horny, Jesper is fairly certain they could spend the entire night lost in each other. He is more than game for as many positions as Wilhelm feels like exploring. Jesper's appetite is endless and he already is enjoying seeing Wilhelm blossom and be confident.
Jesper sighs and arches into Wilhelm's body, wanting more, needing more, tilting his head for him to get more of his neck. "Yes, yes, yes." He eagerly murmurs as Wilhelm positions between his legs and just as before, moving into Jesper is as easy as can be. While he can relax and be open quickly, he instead purposely stays tight to really let Wilhelm enjoy the feeling of being surrounded in heat.
On his end, it feels amazing and he groans, hooking a leg around Wilhelm and putting his heel against his ass, tugging him forward in a clear demand for him to go deeper. He lets himself get lost in how good it is to be filled, gray eyes hazy as they look up at Wilhelm, smiling. "You're perfect, Wilhelm. Already so good at this." He likes to praise and it's the truth.
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The heady praise frees Wilhelm up to focus on spoiling Jesper with as much pleasure as he can, instead of worrying about his performance. Not that his thoughts carry much substance anyway, all sea form swirling on the rolling waves of his body as he rocks his hips in a tentative rhythm. Impulse does all his thinking for him. Pour kisses against Jesper's throat. Run a hand down his side, trace the muscles in his thigh. Flutter fingers over his cock. Touch, and touch, and touch him. Breathe him in.
"Jes," he groans, bumping their foreheads together. Jesper's eyes are so fucking pretty, like the smooth bits of glass you find on the beach.
For as raw as his movements are, there's an earnestness in every one that's sweet. He likes being with Jesper, and he wants him to know that.
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It is sweet and tender and Jesper is lost in a different way, enjoying the soft kisses from Wilhelm, the way he wants to touch all of Jesper, how eager he is. Jesper keeps his leg hooked around him and doesn't push him after that initial need to have him fully inside, letting Wilhelm take control and enjoy what that feels like. He is not passive under him, rocking along with his rhythm, moving down whenever he thrusts close, one hand brushing through his dark hair and the other running down his bare back.
"Wille," he moans back, arching up into his touch on his cock. "My pretty pigeon. Mmm, try something for me." Jesper is enjoying being the teacher even now, his fingers sliding from his hair to cup his cheek, looking at him. "Pull in and out very slowly, so you can feel every centimeter, every inch, as I take you in." It's his first time, he wants him to really be stuck in the moment with him, not get lost in only the pleasure.
He is losing breath a little as Wilhelm works in him, it is delicious, sighing as he lifts up to kiss him sensually. When Jesper pulls back his smile turns mischievous. "The next time you pull out, I want you to push back in fast. One firm move, caught on a breath, all the way in."
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"Okay," his answer stretches out on a moan, his breath heavy and hot. Everything Jesper says sounds so damn good.
As hard as it is to hold back, he pauses his thrusting. Hand spread over Jesper's thigh, coaxing it back into a sharper angle, he pushes in as slowly as he can. He can feel every inch of Jesper's body clinging to him, every degree of sweltering heat swallowing up his cock. He tries to watch him just as carefully, but the moan swelling from his throat makes his head tip back, his eyes flutter shut.
Being inside of Jesper makes him feel closer to him than he's ever been. It makes him feel like he can just pour his feelings into him without saying a word. How happy he is to have met him, how much it means to him to know that there's someone he can turn to in small, dark hours, someone who can make him smile and laugh anyway.
Out again, just as slowly, just as sweet and savoring. Even at this pace, Wilhelm struggles to breathe. Then, it wasn't part of Jesper's instructions, but he grabs his wrists and pins them to the bed, before he plunges in all at once, faster and harder than anything he's given tonight. The moan that it knocks out of him is louder than anything he's given too.
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