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itookashot) wrote2022-01-31 12:16 pm
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Wellllll that definitely makes things more complicated. I'd say just slow it down, see how the vibe takes you.
Do you miss it, or do you prefer it?
( Jesper knows not everyone wants to be royalty. It's a born thing, and some make their best out of it, and some see it more as a cage. He would see it as the latter, his need for freedom to do whatever he wants too high. He knows by rumors that Zoya became queen, but not necessarily by marrying her, so whatever is going on there, he's not sure. It doesn't sound like she stole it.
Jesper loves the time that sex gives him to learn more about someone in between bouts. And he fully plans on climbing on top of Nikolai once they've caught their breath, but for now he's curious. He only has sex with people he finds genuinely interesting. Otherwise it's boring.)
The Thorne royalty's a bunch of nutcases, you made the right choice there.
( Jesper knows not everyone wants to be royalty. It's a born thing, and some make their best out of it, and some see it more as a cage. He would see it as the latter, his need for freedom to do whatever he wants too high. He knows by rumors that Zoya became queen, but not necessarily by marrying her, so whatever is going on there, he's not sure. It doesn't sound like she stole it.
Jesper loves the time that sex gives him to learn more about someone in between bouts. And he fully plans on climbing on top of Nikolai once they've caught their breath, but for now he's curious. He only has sex with people he finds genuinely interesting. Otherwise it's boring.)
The Thorne royalty's a bunch of nutcases, you made the right choice there.
[ Jesper thinks most people are attractive; even the unattractive can have qualities that appeal to him, he's a very open-minded person. Some of the best fucks he's ever had are with people who usually don't get the attention. Kell is, however, absolutely gorgeous. Jesper could write odes to his right leg. He could write poems about the muscles in his back. The Horizon giving them the opportunity to see how hot they were from every angle was perfect and he definitely thinks about it in his daydreaming time.
One of the things he loves about Kell is his response. He's so open in his need, but only because there's trust between them. His moans and reactions are delicious and how much he loses himself in their sex is endlessly thrilling. Few things are hotter to Jesper than the other person having a great time and being vocal about it. It only spurs him on. This next part requires skill.
The skill is in giving Kell what he wants, sucking on his cock, sliding his slickened fingers into him, but only bringing him to the edge instead of tumbling him over it. His mouth is very slow on Kell, giving him the wetness and a steady bob of his head, but not being as relentless as he can be. The relentless part is in how he's stretching him, pleased that Kell's gotten to the point where he relaxes far easier now, his need for penetration making him easier to open up. By the third finger he's compliant and Jesper pulls off him with a loud pop. ]
Saints, I need you, baby, you're going to feel how much.
[ Jesper couldn't talk before but now he can so he plans on it. He crawls up Kell's body and strokes himself very quickly to get the lubricant on. He's painfully hard just from the joy of getting Kell off. He keeps Kell's leg at his will and this time he moves it from his shoulder to his hip. He scrambles to get a pillow to place it under Kell's lower back to make this easier on him, always careful to get his lovers as comfortable as possible. Sometimes they're wild and don't care, but this is all about Kell's pleasure. He is pampering him, all of this for him.
Well, not all of it, because when Jesper pushes inside of him, it's definitely for him too. The flood of pleasure nearly has him go mad for a moment, it goes so smoothly for him to move to the hilt. He keeps himself from snapping or going too rough, not for this start, he promised sweet and he means it. ]
You feel like you were made to fuck and be fucked by me, sweetheart, it always feels so right, doesn't it?
[ Jesper kisses his face sweetly, his cheeks, his forehead, his jaw, ending it on his lips to delve into his mouth. This kiss is passionate and intense, a contrast to the steady and soft way that he pulls out of Kell and back into him, so smooth and simple. ]
One of the things he loves about Kell is his response. He's so open in his need, but only because there's trust between them. His moans and reactions are delicious and how much he loses himself in their sex is endlessly thrilling. Few things are hotter to Jesper than the other person having a great time and being vocal about it. It only spurs him on. This next part requires skill.
The skill is in giving Kell what he wants, sucking on his cock, sliding his slickened fingers into him, but only bringing him to the edge instead of tumbling him over it. His mouth is very slow on Kell, giving him the wetness and a steady bob of his head, but not being as relentless as he can be. The relentless part is in how he's stretching him, pleased that Kell's gotten to the point where he relaxes far easier now, his need for penetration making him easier to open up. By the third finger he's compliant and Jesper pulls off him with a loud pop. ]
Saints, I need you, baby, you're going to feel how much.
[ Jesper couldn't talk before but now he can so he plans on it. He crawls up Kell's body and strokes himself very quickly to get the lubricant on. He's painfully hard just from the joy of getting Kell off. He keeps Kell's leg at his will and this time he moves it from his shoulder to his hip. He scrambles to get a pillow to place it under Kell's lower back to make this easier on him, always careful to get his lovers as comfortable as possible. Sometimes they're wild and don't care, but this is all about Kell's pleasure. He is pampering him, all of this for him.
Well, not all of it, because when Jesper pushes inside of him, it's definitely for him too. The flood of pleasure nearly has him go mad for a moment, it goes so smoothly for him to move to the hilt. He keeps himself from snapping or going too rough, not for this start, he promised sweet and he means it. ]
You feel like you were made to fuck and be fucked by me, sweetheart, it always feels so right, doesn't it?
[ Jesper kisses his face sweetly, his cheeks, his forehead, his jaw, ending it on his lips to delve into his mouth. This kiss is passionate and intense, a contrast to the steady and soft way that he pulls out of Kell and back into him, so smooth and simple. ]
Do I miss Ravka?
( a good question with an answer that changes quite often. he's quiet for a moment before he shrugs a shoulder. )
It's home. And they need a king. Without me, I don't know what will happen. I can't deny that I like not having the weight of all that on my shoulders for however long I'm here.
( he could be whoever he wanted to be here. )
But, Ravka will always be home and I have obligations and duties that I have to return to.
( a good question with an answer that changes quite often. he's quiet for a moment before he shrugs a shoulder. )
It's home. And they need a king. Without me, I don't know what will happen. I can't deny that I like not having the weight of all that on my shoulders for however long I'm here.
( he could be whoever he wanted to be here. )
But, Ravka will always be home and I have obligations and duties that I have to return to.
[There has been time when Kell has used sex as a drug. To forget, to run away, to shut up his overactive mind, feed his hungry magic. Not with Jesper. Not even when he's using his body, abusing it in all the wonderfully devious ways they devise for their mutual pleasure. He's never absent, never lets his focus drift away from the moment, from what they are doing, what he is doing to Jesper... or what Jesper is doing to him.Even then Kell is still learning his own body, its wants, needs and desires, as much as he is learning Jesper's.
But he's always been a quick learner, a good student, and he learns best what can draw and keep his attention. Jesper is an absolute master of it able to hold and direct Kell's focus wherever he pleases. And there are many things that please him. Like keeping Kell at the very edge, delirious with anticipation, yet acutely aware of long fingers inside of him working him open so blissfully slow that Kell could swear seconds stretch into minutes and time simply works differently. The hedonistic urge to drag it longer, to build the pressure higher, fights within him with the raw need to demand that Jesper just fuck him already.]
Show me.
[Kell lets Jesper move him around however his wishes. To carefully arrange him, with a pillow under his back, his leg hooked over Jesper's hip, all open and waiting. He cries out when Jesper pushes in, one fluid motion to go fully in. Finally getting what he all but begged for. Not an orgasm yet, Kell doesn't allow himself that. He wants Jesper to fuck him into oblivion. For Jesper to be the one to intentionally push him over the edge. Not an orgasm, but an equally blissful sensation of being so stretched and filled, it makes it hard to breath around.]
All the time. Do you feel it? Right here. How perfectly it fits? [Kell moans, squeezing and releasing his previously relaxed muscles, as if he could pull Jesper deeper with it. Make him can feel it more.] Fuck me long, Jesper. Fuck me until I cannot breathe. Fuck me, so I can ruin you later.
[Now that he has Jesper at the right height to reach, Kell winds his arms around him. Holding on to him, nails digging into skin of his arms, his back, his ass, just as Jesper starts to move. Pitiful whimpers when he pulls out, obscene moans when pushes back in, until both get muffled by Jesper's lips on his, eager to let him in.]
But he's always been a quick learner, a good student, and he learns best what can draw and keep his attention. Jesper is an absolute master of it able to hold and direct Kell's focus wherever he pleases. And there are many things that please him. Like keeping Kell at the very edge, delirious with anticipation, yet acutely aware of long fingers inside of him working him open so blissfully slow that Kell could swear seconds stretch into minutes and time simply works differently. The hedonistic urge to drag it longer, to build the pressure higher, fights within him with the raw need to demand that Jesper just fuck him already.]
Show me.
[Kell lets Jesper move him around however his wishes. To carefully arrange him, with a pillow under his back, his leg hooked over Jesper's hip, all open and waiting. He cries out when Jesper pushes in, one fluid motion to go fully in. Finally getting what he all but begged for. Not an orgasm yet, Kell doesn't allow himself that. He wants Jesper to fuck him into oblivion. For Jesper to be the one to intentionally push him over the edge. Not an orgasm, but an equally blissful sensation of being so stretched and filled, it makes it hard to breath around.]
All the time. Do you feel it? Right here. How perfectly it fits? [Kell moans, squeezing and releasing his previously relaxed muscles, as if he could pull Jesper deeper with it. Make him can feel it more.] Fuck me long, Jesper. Fuck me until I cannot breathe. Fuck me, so I can ruin you later.
[Now that he has Jesper at the right height to reach, Kell winds his arms around him. Holding on to him, nails digging into skin of his arms, his back, his ass, just as Jesper starts to move. Pitiful whimpers when he pulls out, obscene moans when pushes back in, until both get muffled by Jesper's lips on his, eager to let him in.]
( Jesper is not a fan of Ravka, even if he is a fan of the man in his bed. He's spent his entire life hiding from both Ravka and Fjerda, avoiding the army and death by burning. While he would never have called himself patriotic, he loves Ketterdam, and he does consider the Zemeni his people in a way he still doesn't think of the Grisha. He can understand having reasons to go back, especially for a responsible type.
He hmmms at that and leans in to kiss Nikolai's shoulder, pressing them up to the curve of his neck. A Ravkan royal between his legs, something he never would have expected.)
I wish you were in the Free Cities. I think you'd like the, well, freedom. No royals to worry about offending there. We're still captured, but you can do a lot more.
( Jesper really has to stop getting so close to Thorne Summoned, it makes him more and more aggressively certain that he has to help them escape into his arms. He runs his fingers casually along Nikolai's spine.)
He hmmms at that and leans in to kiss Nikolai's shoulder, pressing them up to the curve of his neck. A Ravkan royal between his legs, something he never would have expected.)
I wish you were in the Free Cities. I think you'd like the, well, freedom. No royals to worry about offending there. We're still captured, but you can do a lot more.
( Jesper really has to stop getting so close to Thorne Summoned, it makes him more and more aggressively certain that he has to help them escape into his arms. He runs his fingers casually along Nikolai's spine.)
[ Jesper groans when Kell squeezes around him and yes, it is perfect, this is perfect. Kell is the hottest sheath for him he could ever look for and it is only Jesper's control over himself that keeps him from simply fucking them both into quick and wild release. Every time he's in him there is that impulse though, because they are so in tune with each other, they fit. He's had a lot of sex in his life and most of it good, but there is something unique about two people who have explosive chemistry in bed. And that's them. Sometimes it's all he can do to keep from going crazy inside of Kell.
Jesper plasters himself entirely over Kell, lining their bodies up as he moves in a slow rhythm. It makes it easy for Kell to get a hold of him, moaning when the nails dig in, the touch on his ass encouraging him to push a little deeper. He breaks out of the kiss only when they're both breathless and that's when he starts moving faster, doing the exact thing he'd just done with his mouth, keeping them on the edge. For a few seconds he goes harder, snapping his hips until Kell seems too into it, and then he slows it down again, never stopping the thrusting but changing the tempo. Long strokes inside, almost pulling out entirely to make that full thrust felt.
Jesper encourages both legs around him now so Kell can try and tug him in at his own pace, his mouth biting at Kell's ear, sucking the lobe, making little moans and pants into his ear so he can hear the impact of their lovemaking. ]
I love you, Kell. [ He whispers. ] My sweetest one.
[ In a way, he really is the sweetest in Jesper's heart, because he can be so many things, but he is always Jesper's. In their sex, they belong to each other.
No one can possibly keep it going like that forever and Kell is so open and needy, and they both need more. Jesper kisses his cheek and that is the last nice thing he does, because he really starts to move. He pins Kell to the bed with his weight and pounds him into the mattress, the force of his thrusts enough to make the bed thud almost as loud as the slap of their skin together.
Jesper forces most of his weight on one side so he can hold himself up with an arm and let the other one slip between them. It's a little harder to stroke Kell considering how forceful his own body is being, but between his hand and the friction of their bodies rubbing up against each other, it should be enough. He climbs and climbs and then cries out as he forces his way in deep, still stroking him and moving in small, sharp movements as the bliss falls over him.]
Love you,[ he murmurs, at the height of his pleasure. ]
Jesper plasters himself entirely over Kell, lining their bodies up as he moves in a slow rhythm. It makes it easy for Kell to get a hold of him, moaning when the nails dig in, the touch on his ass encouraging him to push a little deeper. He breaks out of the kiss only when they're both breathless and that's when he starts moving faster, doing the exact thing he'd just done with his mouth, keeping them on the edge. For a few seconds he goes harder, snapping his hips until Kell seems too into it, and then he slows it down again, never stopping the thrusting but changing the tempo. Long strokes inside, almost pulling out entirely to make that full thrust felt.
Jesper encourages both legs around him now so Kell can try and tug him in at his own pace, his mouth biting at Kell's ear, sucking the lobe, making little moans and pants into his ear so he can hear the impact of their lovemaking. ]
I love you, Kell. [ He whispers. ] My sweetest one.
[ In a way, he really is the sweetest in Jesper's heart, because he can be so many things, but he is always Jesper's. In their sex, they belong to each other.
No one can possibly keep it going like that forever and Kell is so open and needy, and they both need more. Jesper kisses his cheek and that is the last nice thing he does, because he really starts to move. He pins Kell to the bed with his weight and pounds him into the mattress, the force of his thrusts enough to make the bed thud almost as loud as the slap of their skin together.
Jesper forces most of his weight on one side so he can hold himself up with an arm and let the other one slip between them. It's a little harder to stroke Kell considering how forceful his own body is being, but between his hand and the friction of their bodies rubbing up against each other, it should be enough. He climbs and climbs and then cries out as he forces his way in deep, still stroking him and moving in small, sharp movements as the bliss falls over him.]
Love you,[ he murmurs, at the height of his pleasure. ]
[ Arriving at Jesper's room at the inn, he'll find a beautifully wrapped gift in emerald wrapping paper and accented with a gold ribbon.
Inside he'll find a delicately made collar pin with a pair of rabbits flanking the gold chain. Both rabbits have a tiny emerald embedded in their eyes. A short note accompanies it in Hilda's flowy script. ]
Inside he'll find a delicately made collar pin with a pair of rabbits flanking the gold chain. Both rabbits have a tiny emerald embedded in their eyes. A short note accompanies it in Hilda's flowy script. ]
𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳.
𝘐𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘑𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳. 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴.
𝘏𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘢 𝘹𝘹
[Fucking hard and fast is wonderful. The madness they let themselves fall into is wonderful. Often their mutual hunger, raw and primal, is served best by honoring its brutal and explosive ways. When they have less time or less patience, he loves to destroy Jesper and be destroyed by him in turn. Tear into each other like wild beasts. It's unreal how well matched they are in that regard. How perfectly they can play off each others urges, wants and needs.
That's why Kell keeps coming back to Jesper like he's never done to anyone else. Most of his previous flings were short affairs, shallow and instrumental. He might have wanted to bang the other person. He might have felt genuine attraction. At times, even not only purely physical. At times, even completely sober. Not a single one could compare. Most he largely forgot. As few as they were. He definitely hadn't fantasized, in the slow hours of the day, about getting railed withing the inch of his life by any of them. Men or women, doesn't matter. Not even about fucking them into the ground. It's Jesper who has uncovered this side of him.
And Jesper who gets to reap the benefits of finding out that Kell loves when he fucks him long and deep and thorough. Completely overwhelm him, flood all his senses. Like he's a sandy cliff slowly devoured by the sea. Jesper is the sea, moving in and out of him fast and deep only to slow down when Kell can all but taste the release coming. Kell hooks his legs around him, ankles crossed, pushing his hips upward. All to get Jesper to hit him at a better angle, to pull him deeper, to keep him in longer. He slows his breath intentionally, matching it to the rhythm of Jesper's thrusts. Long inhale in his way in, exhale when he pulls out.
Kell might want to drag it ever slightly longer, but even Antari stamina has limits. He's already shaking, euphoric and lightheaded, muscles trembling from the strain, when Jesper kisses him sweetly on the cheek. Then gives Kell just what he asked for, he takes his breath away. Wave after wave of bone-deep, blinding ecstasy, floodgates open, it just keeps going. It's that last thrust when Jesper's comes inside of him, finally pushes Kell over the edge too. It goes and goes, almost without an end.
But an end comes leaving Kell weak and drained. Even breathing feels like too much of a challenge. The world slowly coming into focus. Kell suddenly feels very aware of Jesper's weight on his, warm and comforting. Crumpled sheets under his bare back. Solid support of the mattress. A pile of his own clothes at the edge of his vision. Throbbing of his muscles still stretched around Jesper's now limp cock. Kell moans. He feels too weak to breath, to lift a single finger, and yet he has to swallow hard when he becomes aware of how Jesper still fills him. And how he'd like to fill him in turn now. How he'd like to throw him on bed and fuck him senseless. Pity he has no strength left to do it. It would have been so wonderful.]
Saints, it was incredible.
[He has enough strength to ramble.]
I love you, Jesper. You're always so good for me.
[As he slowly comes back to his senses, Kell realizes one small detail that escaped his notice before. He laughs. This is extra even for them.]
I'm afraid we might get asked to pay extra for the noise. Look. [He starts kissing Jesper wherever he can reach without moving too much.] You fucked me so well, we moved the whole bed. [He chuckles.] At least the windows are intact. [Unlike with some other people.] I love you. I love you so much.
That's why Kell keeps coming back to Jesper like he's never done to anyone else. Most of his previous flings were short affairs, shallow and instrumental. He might have wanted to bang the other person. He might have felt genuine attraction. At times, even not only purely physical. At times, even completely sober. Not a single one could compare. Most he largely forgot. As few as they were. He definitely hadn't fantasized, in the slow hours of the day, about getting railed withing the inch of his life by any of them. Men or women, doesn't matter. Not even about fucking them into the ground. It's Jesper who has uncovered this side of him.
And Jesper who gets to reap the benefits of finding out that Kell loves when he fucks him long and deep and thorough. Completely overwhelm him, flood all his senses. Like he's a sandy cliff slowly devoured by the sea. Jesper is the sea, moving in and out of him fast and deep only to slow down when Kell can all but taste the release coming. Kell hooks his legs around him, ankles crossed, pushing his hips upward. All to get Jesper to hit him at a better angle, to pull him deeper, to keep him in longer. He slows his breath intentionally, matching it to the rhythm of Jesper's thrusts. Long inhale in his way in, exhale when he pulls out.
Kell might want to drag it ever slightly longer, but even Antari stamina has limits. He's already shaking, euphoric and lightheaded, muscles trembling from the strain, when Jesper kisses him sweetly on the cheek. Then gives Kell just what he asked for, he takes his breath away. Wave after wave of bone-deep, blinding ecstasy, floodgates open, it just keeps going. It's that last thrust when Jesper's comes inside of him, finally pushes Kell over the edge too. It goes and goes, almost without an end.
But an end comes leaving Kell weak and drained. Even breathing feels like too much of a challenge. The world slowly coming into focus. Kell suddenly feels very aware of Jesper's weight on his, warm and comforting. Crumpled sheets under his bare back. Solid support of the mattress. A pile of his own clothes at the edge of his vision. Throbbing of his muscles still stretched around Jesper's now limp cock. Kell moans. He feels too weak to breath, to lift a single finger, and yet he has to swallow hard when he becomes aware of how Jesper still fills him. And how he'd like to fill him in turn now. How he'd like to throw him on bed and fuck him senseless. Pity he has no strength left to do it. It would have been so wonderful.]
Saints, it was incredible.
[He has enough strength to ramble.]
I love you, Jesper. You're always so good for me.
[As he slowly comes back to his senses, Kell realizes one small detail that escaped his notice before. He laughs. This is extra even for them.]
I'm afraid we might get asked to pay extra for the noise. Look. [He starts kissing Jesper wherever he can reach without moving too much.] You fucked me so well, we moved the whole bed. [He chuckles.] At least the windows are intact. [Unlike with some other people.] I love you. I love you so much.
I find it difficult to believe that anyone wouldn't want you. So if he's even a little bicurious, it's likely.
[the package is non-descript, but it's definitely big enough to pique the curiosity of the recipient as to open it as soon as possible. it's been checked through, tied up back into its box after the fact. inside, an amount of homemade goods have been stacked atop each other: candles, soaps, and moisturizing lotions. this would already spell out who it is from, if a similar package has been received, in the past.
a neat box lies at the bottom, though, and once unwrapped, it'll reveal a hat for him to wear. it's been enchanted so as to always keep his head cool, especially with the climate in the cities.
a small note sits under the box.]
a neat box lies at the bottom, though, and once unwrapped, it'll reveal a hat for him to wear. it's been enchanted so as to always keep his head cool, especially with the climate in the cities.
a small note sits under the box.]
Happy Winter Solstice.
𝓦anda 𝓜aximoff
Give it time, pigeon. You just met the guy. You may get to know him better as his roommate and decide you aren't into it.
It's difficult being the most humble of all the Summoned. The least likely to accept rightful praise and attention.
Sometimes it feels too heavy to carry.
Luckily I have a pretty boy who will let me put my head in his lap and rest.
Luckily I have a pretty boy who will let me put my head in his lap and rest.
The only time it happened was right after I arrived, there was a peace conference where they allowed people to change. Inej moved from Solvunn to the Free Cities to be with me.
( Jesper would have gone mad in Solvunn. It was so outside of his comfort zone. Going back to the farmboy life would have made him crawl out of his skin and try to force his way into the Free Cities. She had grown to like the quiet colony there, but he thinks that she's enjoyed the life she's made with him and the others.)
Outside of that, I think it near impossible to do. That was before any real aggression between the factions. I am hoping to find a way to get people in Thorne out, many of them feel trapped there.
( Jesper would have gone mad in Solvunn. It was so outside of his comfort zone. Going back to the farmboy life would have made him crawl out of his skin and try to force his way into the Free Cities. She had grown to like the quiet colony there, but he thinks that she's enjoyed the life she's made with him and the others.)
Outside of that, I think it near impossible to do. That was before any real aggression between the factions. I am hoping to find a way to get people in Thorne out, many of them feel trapped there.
[ Kell's given so much of himself today, opened up his heart and shared his feelings, no matter how difficult they are. He's trusted Jesper with more than his body. And Jesper is feeling very emotional about that. The vulnerability means something to him, and it is love, pure and simple. It is what he feels and what he tries to show as he takes Kell and he can see it sinking in. All of their sex is great, but this is special. And while they can go wild in the Horizon, have sex over and over again in every possible way they feel like, Jesper does like to have it be real whenever they can. It might be messier and require more time to build up the strength again, but it's intimate.
Jesper stays in him even after they've both come, much as he requests on the other end, so he can rest deep inside him and kiss him affectionately. He likes a few seconds of holding onto that closeness, pressing a kiss to each of his cheeks, and only after catching his breath does he pull out. Jesper moves to the side of Kell and immediately curls up right against him, draping an arm over him, pulling him close. Still wanting them to be touching in as many places as possible. It doesn't matter to him they're sticky and spent. It won't be the last time.
He laughs at the reference to the noise and kisses Kell's forehead, running fingers through his bright hair. ]
I have the money. [ Jesper's actually pretty wealthy. Not to the highest level, but enough to keep four people (the Crows) comfortable. ] Wait until the morning when you'll be in me, we could break the bed if we're not careful.
[ Jesper assumes they can have their second bout after some sleep and rest, there's no hurry, they have each other's bodies to explore. But Kell is quite the stallion in the bedroom and this was nothing compared to the noises he gets out of Jesper's mouth. And Jesper never censors himself. He'll be as loud as he damn well wants to. Sorry everyone else. ]
I actually did think I'd love you after our first time in the bedroom. So it's not a surprise to me.
Jesper stays in him even after they've both come, much as he requests on the other end, so he can rest deep inside him and kiss him affectionately. He likes a few seconds of holding onto that closeness, pressing a kiss to each of his cheeks, and only after catching his breath does he pull out. Jesper moves to the side of Kell and immediately curls up right against him, draping an arm over him, pulling him close. Still wanting them to be touching in as many places as possible. It doesn't matter to him they're sticky and spent. It won't be the last time.
He laughs at the reference to the noise and kisses Kell's forehead, running fingers through his bright hair. ]
I have the money. [ Jesper's actually pretty wealthy. Not to the highest level, but enough to keep four people (the Crows) comfortable. ] Wait until the morning when you'll be in me, we could break the bed if we're not careful.
[ Jesper assumes they can have their second bout after some sleep and rest, there's no hurry, they have each other's bodies to explore. But Kell is quite the stallion in the bedroom and this was nothing compared to the noises he gets out of Jesper's mouth. And Jesper never censors himself. He'll be as loud as he damn well wants to. Sorry everyone else. ]
I actually did think I'd love you after our first time in the bedroom. So it's not a surprise to me.
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