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 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?