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.
Jesper is impressed with Wilhelm's stamina already, there are some people newer to sex who would struggle more, and also he is doing so well at following instructions. It says a lot about him as a lover and how good he will be at it soon. He is teaching him how to enjoy different angles and speeds, how to make certain he really is in his body during this experience, to experience every part of it clearly.
"Mmmm, yes, my sweetheart, just like that." Jesper likes that he moves his leg, has already learned how to position him a little to make it better. Smart, his pigeon. Jesper moans loudly as Wilhelm follows his suggestion, the feeling just as strong on his end of him sinking in. He clenches around him and looks up at his face, smiling. He is the perfect display of pleasure right then, eyes shut, head back, and Jesper tilts up to kiss his cheek and neck right then, licking the sweat off his skin.
What he doesn't expect is Wilhelm to pin his hands on top of giving it to him hard, and he's rewarded right away with Jesper groaning and dropping his head back, losing his breath. Less controlled now, less able to focus on instruction. Jesper has a thing for forceful sex on the receiving end. Being held down is also a kink of his so he passively allows it right away.
"Baby, that was so good, do it again." Jesper says in a low throaty tone, almost a whine. Both legs hook around to wrap around Wilhelm's hip and thigh, but he doesn't force him forward, he lets him pick from now. "Fuck me, Wille, please." He never minds begging.
Jesper doesn't have to beg, but...well, it definitely doesn't hurt. Every word carried by that low, throaty tone throbs through Wilhelm, hot in his blood. Fuck me. He always thought it sounded so harsh, fucking. An act committed without any measure of affection, an act that reduces a person to parts of their body. But as he thrusts into Jesper again — as if aiming to knock the air out of his chest, to collapse their bodies into one — he realizes it can be an act of wild joy too. An act that completely lifts you out of yourself.
And he's always ready to leave himself behind.
Now that they've abandoned that slow, purposeful pace, the pleasure singing under his skin slurs together, blurs all borders between him and Jesper. He smears kisses along the curve of Jesper's neck, the line of his collarbone. Spills groans there, too. Reaching between them, he strokes Jesper's cock in rhythm with his reckless thrusting.
Now, Wilhelm is the one giving instructions.
"Flip over," he urges in a breathless rush, hands frantic at Jesper's hips. When he's not fretting over what to say or how it sounds, the dirty talk that Jesper pours out so smoothly comes more easily. "You're gonna...make me come—"
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."
Jesper won't be left waiting long. No sooner has he settled on his hands and knees than Wilhelm is dragging his hands along the slope of his spine and the curve of his ass, squeezing him, helping himself to his beautiful body. The impatience sizzling under his skin doesn't let him practice the art of sharpening Jesper's anticipation to a sweetly treacherous point with teasing touches. It doesn't let him admire the view for more than a heartbeat either before he's draping himself over Jesper. Pushing into him again, he dips a hand down his hip to grab his cock.
"Okay, Jes," he pants like it's a promise. "Okay—"
It's not that he's thinking about Simon in all of this. There's no room for those thoughts to breathe when Jesper fills every inch of his attention. His heat sticking to him, all of him arching for Wilhelm — and it feels good to be needed. So, no, he's not thinking about his ex-boyfriend, not consciously, anyway. But those memories are still a part of him. They still guide him the way an old injury does: you learn to walk a certain way to avoid putting weight on it. To avoid hurting yourself again.
That's a piece of what makes this so appealing to Wilhelm. It's raw and rough, hard and wild, so different from everything he had with Simon. When he's with Jesper, he doesn't have to be the boy who fell in love too hard and too fast, the boy who got his heart broken. He can be a boy who makes Jesper laugh and moan and pant for more.
After that, he comes undone fast. Wilhelm fits in a few thrusts, reckless and rushed the way Jesper wants it, skin slapping together, every breath snapping into a groan, and a few strokes of his cock to match. As he comes, he keeps pushing through the rhythm that's pulled him apart. He folds over Jesper, hair feathering his sweaty back, fingers digging into his hip.
Wilhelm can appreciate his beauty later, right then, Jesper needs him to be inside of him. He is impatient now, he wants it, he's desperate. He pushes back when Wilhelm thrusts forward because of how enthusiastic he is, moaning loudly at the force of it. "Saints, yes, oh Wilhelm." The slap of their skin together, the sweat and power of their bodies moving so fluidly, the abandon of lust, it's everything Jesper loves about life. This is why he can never get enough of sex, why he hungers for it the way he does.
He whimpers and leans on one hand because the other one hooks around to Wilhelm's head, although it doesn't last. He scrambles, fingers clinging down the sweaty slope of his back, and then grips his ass, pulling him deeper and deeper. "That's it, baby, let go." Jesper's gasping, his hand tugging when he finally feels Wilhelm come, trying to force him to stay so he can feel him jerk, twitch, and release inside.
It doesn't actually matter that Jesper hasn't come too. Not for him. Knowing this was Wilhelm's first time doing this and that he so powerfully took what he needed, it's like a drug to him. Besides, it will only take a few more strokes for him to get there, and he likes a little orgasm denial. On the edge of pleasure and agony is a sweet spot. Jesper lets him slump on top and enjoys the weight of him.
"Mmm, don't get out of me. Here, lean to the side, sweetheart." He is already folded down on his knees so it's very easy for him to lean over and Jesper lifts his leg just a little so Wilhelm can stay inside as they adjust in a spooning position. Jesper sounds drunk and he is, on lust. "I want you to feel when I come too."
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.
Jesper's never one to rush after. Even when his affairs were quick, he'd always be game for snuggling after and staying around. Morning sex is a particular favorite, after all, so there were always good reasons to soak in the affection and attention. He likes when his lovers stay in him longer, it feels like they linger and his whole body is alert and alive.
He knows that Wilhelm's smart enough to figure out the height difference and he leans back a little in his side position to give him a better look too. His shoulder could be a distraction so this way he's more openly on display. Jesper likes to be looked at and he flourishes under the gaze. He could really put on a show if he wanted to, and he sometimes does for fun, but he's fully in the moment now.
He catches his breath as best as he can, licking his lips, leaning back into Wilhelm's body to rest. He doesn't move his hips up into his hand, instead he lets Wilhelm take complete control. Jesper does whimper when Wilhelm moves speeds and he's openly gasping the faster it goes. He is past words now and his expression turns agonized a second before it's pure relief and he jerks into Wilhelm's hand, spilling over. Wilhelm can feel what he meant about staying in him because he tightens around him when he comes, his entire body tensing and releasing in that moment.
Jesper sighs and his eyes search for Wilhelm's, hazy and content, smiling adoringly at him. "You're beautiful too, Wille." Now he can form words again. "Damn, that was really good." Especially for a first-timer. Wilhelm is going to be lethal the more confident he gets here, that much is clear. "How was it for you, baby?"
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."
Wilhelm confidence is already showing which is a key signal with how he feels about their sex. Jesper wants him to glow like this, to feel settled into his skin and inside of Jesper's body. The way he touches him and feels free to look at him so boldly is different from how it was in the start, and that's exactly why intimacy of this kind is so specific. Once they've been this locked in to each other, they know what it's like to be one.
"Two reallys, hmmm?" Jesper teases and then makes a face. "Sorry about this." He pulls forward, forcing Wilhelm to slip out of him, but it's so he can turn to face him. He wants to run his fingers through his hair, along his pale arm and side. He snags Wilhelm's hand and very suggestively and shamelessly licks his own come off his fingers.
"I'm already open now which means once you're recovered you can slide back in." Smooth and easy, no preparation required now. Jesper's relaxed to begin with but it's just him saying he's up for anything Wilhelm wants. His thirst knows no bounds. For now he licks Wilhelm's hand clean and playfully nips at the tip of his finger. Once he does that, he puts an arm possessively around his waist.
"I'm honored to be your first this way, Wille." The Wheel of Fortune tattoo on his bicep glows from time to time, and it does now too. He suspects that Wilhelm was maybe holding out for that special fellow he talked about earlier, but this was a choice he made and Jesper was happy to fulfill it. He leans in to kiss him deeply.
"I'm glad you trust me with your body. And what a beautiful body it is." He smiles and kisses his cheek, his jaw.
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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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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"Mmmm, yes, my sweetheart, just like that." Jesper likes that he moves his leg, has already learned how to position him a little to make it better. Smart, his pigeon. Jesper moans loudly as Wilhelm follows his suggestion, the feeling just as strong on his end of him sinking in. He clenches around him and looks up at his face, smiling. He is the perfect display of pleasure right then, eyes shut, head back, and Jesper tilts up to kiss his cheek and neck right then, licking the sweat off his skin.
What he doesn't expect is Wilhelm to pin his hands on top of giving it to him hard, and he's rewarded right away with Jesper groaning and dropping his head back, losing his breath. Less controlled now, less able to focus on instruction. Jesper has a thing for forceful sex on the receiving end. Being held down is also a kink of his so he passively allows it right away.
"Baby, that was so good, do it again." Jesper says in a low throaty tone, almost a whine. Both legs hook around to wrap around Wilhelm's hip and thigh, but he doesn't force him forward, he lets him pick from now. "Fuck me, Wille, please." He never minds begging.
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And he's always ready to leave himself behind.
Now that they've abandoned that slow, purposeful pace, the pleasure singing under his skin slurs together, blurs all borders between him and Jesper. He smears kisses along the curve of Jesper's neck, the line of his collarbone. Spills groans there, too. Reaching between them, he strokes Jesper's cock in rhythm with his reckless thrusting.
Now, Wilhelm is the one giving instructions.
"Flip over," he urges in a breathless rush, hands frantic at Jesper's hips. When he's not fretting over what to say or how it sounds, the dirty talk that Jesper pours out so smoothly comes more easily. "You're gonna...make me come—"
And he wants to try one more thing.
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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."
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"Okay, Jes," he pants like it's a promise. "Okay—"
It's not that he's thinking about Simon in all of this. There's no room for those thoughts to breathe when Jesper fills every inch of his attention. His heat sticking to him, all of him arching for Wilhelm — and it feels good to be needed. So, no, he's not thinking about his ex-boyfriend, not consciously, anyway. But those memories are still a part of him. They still guide him the way an old injury does: you learn to walk a certain way to avoid putting weight on it. To avoid hurting yourself again.
That's a piece of what makes this so appealing to Wilhelm. It's raw and rough, hard and wild, so different from everything he had with Simon. When he's with Jesper, he doesn't have to be the boy who fell in love too hard and too fast, the boy who got his heart broken. He can be a boy who makes Jesper laugh and moan and pant for more.
After that, he comes undone fast. Wilhelm fits in a few thrusts, reckless and rushed the way Jesper wants it, skin slapping together, every breath snapping into a groan, and a few strokes of his cock to match. As he comes, he keeps pushing through the rhythm that's pulled him apart. He folds over Jesper, hair feathering his sweaty back, fingers digging into his hip.
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He whimpers and leans on one hand because the other one hooks around to Wilhelm's head, although it doesn't last. He scrambles, fingers clinging down the sweaty slope of his back, and then grips his ass, pulling him deeper and deeper. "That's it, baby, let go." Jesper's gasping, his hand tugging when he finally feels Wilhelm come, trying to force him to stay so he can feel him jerk, twitch, and release inside.
It doesn't actually matter that Jesper hasn't come too. Not for him. Knowing this was Wilhelm's first time doing this and that he so powerfully took what he needed, it's like a drug to him. Besides, it will only take a few more strokes for him to get there, and he likes a little orgasm denial. On the edge of pleasure and agony is a sweet spot. Jesper lets him slump on top and enjoys the weight of him.
"Mmm, don't get out of me. Here, lean to the side, sweetheart." He is already folded down on his knees so it's very easy for him to lean over and Jesper lifts his leg just a little so Wilhelm can stay inside as they adjust in a spooning position. Jesper sounds drunk and he is, on lust. "I want you to feel when I come too."
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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.
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He knows that Wilhelm's smart enough to figure out the height difference and he leans back a little in his side position to give him a better look too. His shoulder could be a distraction so this way he's more openly on display. Jesper likes to be looked at and he flourishes under the gaze. He could really put on a show if he wanted to, and he sometimes does for fun, but he's fully in the moment now.
He catches his breath as best as he can, licking his lips, leaning back into Wilhelm's body to rest. He doesn't move his hips up into his hand, instead he lets Wilhelm take complete control. Jesper does whimper when Wilhelm moves speeds and he's openly gasping the faster it goes. He is past words now and his expression turns agonized a second before it's pure relief and he jerks into Wilhelm's hand, spilling over. Wilhelm can feel what he meant about staying in him because he tightens around him when he comes, his entire body tensing and releasing in that moment.
Jesper sighs and his eyes search for Wilhelm's, hazy and content, smiling adoringly at him. "You're beautiful too, Wille." Now he can form words again. "Damn, that was really good." Especially for a first-timer. Wilhelm is going to be lethal the more confident he gets here, that much is clear. "How was it for you, baby?"
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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."
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"Two reallys, hmmm?" Jesper teases and then makes a face. "Sorry about this." He pulls forward, forcing Wilhelm to slip out of him, but it's so he can turn to face him. He wants to run his fingers through his hair, along his pale arm and side. He snags Wilhelm's hand and very suggestively and shamelessly licks his own come off his fingers.
"I'm already open now which means once you're recovered you can slide back in." Smooth and easy, no preparation required now. Jesper's relaxed to begin with but it's just him saying he's up for anything Wilhelm wants. His thirst knows no bounds. For now he licks Wilhelm's hand clean and playfully nips at the tip of his finger. Once he does that, he puts an arm possessively around his waist.
"I'm honored to be your first this way, Wille." The Wheel of Fortune tattoo on his bicep glows from time to time, and it does now too. He suspects that Wilhelm was maybe holding out for that special fellow he talked about earlier, but this was a choice he made and Jesper was happy to fulfill it. He leans in to kiss him deeply.
"I'm glad you trust me with your body. And what a beautiful body it is." He smiles and kisses his cheek, his jaw.
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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?