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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"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?