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Oh I remember all of it, sweetheart. Especially the good parts and you were one of those. I was happy to let you be as selfish as you wanted to, it was fun.
If you ever want to have fun again just let me know.
Everything alright? I know coming back must not have been easy for you.
[ Jesper remembers Astarion and his stuff. So he knows it's not as simple as coming out of a weird dream like the rest of them. He never forgets anything.]
If you ever want to have fun again just let me know.
Everything alright? I know coming back must not have been easy for you.
[ Jesper remembers Astarion and his stuff. So he knows it's not as simple as coming out of a weird dream like the rest of them. He never forgets anything.]
[ Astarion is perhaps less comfortable with that sexual history than he was in their fake reality, so it's for the best that they aren't in person right now for that invitation. It has nothing to do with Jesper personally, at least, he was quite wonderful - and Astarion had genuinely enjoyed him. More than he'd enjoyed sex in a very long time. Where that leaves him now, though, and what expectations others have of him... ]
It has been a challenge of sorts. Going back to such a strict diet is taking some getting used to again...
[ A strict blood only diet. Minus the bloodwine from Nocwich, but he can't live off of that. ]
It has been a challenge of sorts. Going back to such a strict diet is taking some getting used to again...
[ A strict blood only diet. Minus the bloodwine from Nocwich, but he can't live off of that. ]
Edited 2024-05-26 21:03 (UTC)
[ Jesper can read a room, he won't offer again unless it seems like something Astarion wants. He's more interested in the answer to his question; he will always prioritize the feelings of his lovers. ]
I'd be happy to donate if it helps, Astarion. No funny business, just good old-fashioned blood offering.
BUT weird story. I woke up with Fey ears. So that's a thing that happened. I kind of look like you now.
I'd be happy to donate if it helps, Astarion. No funny business, just good old-fashioned blood offering.
BUT weird story. I woke up with Fey ears. So that's a thing that happened. I kind of look like you now.
Maybe there'd been more shyness about how quickly he'd gotten turned on back at the beginning -- some denial, more blushing, like Jesper couldn't feel how wet he already was. But now Koby is much more focused on making up for lost time, on the delicious sensation of Jesper finally, finally getting inside him, the movement so familiar it's like breathing.
So there's only the slightest bit of a blush, like a flare of starlight across Koby's cheeks, nuzzling closer and remembering to breathe, ragged and shuddery. "Have you seen yourself lately?" he teases back, amidst a hitch of his breath and a shiver down his spine at that first rolling, rocking movement. "We're lucky we made it back here."
There's a faintly smug, triumphant look on Koby's face when Jesper swears, when he rests their foreheads together. Confidence had grown slowly over the centuries, but oh, it was certainly present now. Koby strokes a stardusty fingertip over the smooth, sharp contour of Jesper's cheek, rocks his own hips upwards in that way he's learned most of his lovers enjoy. "Prove it." There's a challenge there, bright as starstuff. Koby only looks fragile, after all -- when it comes to getting tangled up in someone's bedsheets, he tends to like things a little rougher.
So there's only the slightest bit of a blush, like a flare of starlight across Koby's cheeks, nuzzling closer and remembering to breathe, ragged and shuddery. "Have you seen yourself lately?" he teases back, amidst a hitch of his breath and a shiver down his spine at that first rolling, rocking movement. "We're lucky we made it back here."
There's a faintly smug, triumphant look on Koby's face when Jesper swears, when he rests their foreheads together. Confidence had grown slowly over the centuries, but oh, it was certainly present now. Koby strokes a stardusty fingertip over the smooth, sharp contour of Jesper's cheek, rocks his own hips upwards in that way he's learned most of his lovers enjoy. "Prove it." There's a challenge there, bright as starstuff. Koby only looks fragile, after all -- when it comes to getting tangled up in someone's bedsheets, he tends to like things a little rougher.
Jesper laughs through his own quick breathing. "I salute you for your resistance to my charms for several minutes." Jesper does look insanely hot these days. He's always been attractive, but the constant adoration and being fed by worship only leads him to glow and ripple. Koby can see it now in his defined muscles, in the smoothness of dark skin, in the delicacy of his defined facial features and bright gray eyes. The gods have all changed in one way or another as they grew more powerful, but his dominion is beauty itself.
Not that he minds hearing it every time someone flatters him. He loves it, in fact. He'd be preening if he wasn't balls-deep inside of his sweet-faced lover.
Jesper's well aware that Koby is not as fragile as he looks, it's one of his favorite things about him. He smirks and encourages Koby's legs around his waist to hold on. "If I don't have at least one scratch mark from you after this, I'll consider it a failure." Then they'll just have to do it again, oh no! Jesper doesn't take it easy, in fact he ramps it up right away to meet that challenge. He slams into Koby with enough force to cause the bed to creak, starting with a punishing and strong pace so his lover has no time to adjust to it. The surprise is part of the fun and he's on a mission so despite the pleasure zooming through his body, he is focused on Koby alone.
One strong arm holds him up as he dives in for a kiss but he arches his back just enough that the other hand can move between them, caressing over Koby's chest, playing with his nipples in a much gentler touch than the way his body is thrusting like he plans to fuck him right through the bed into the next dimension.
Not that he minds hearing it every time someone flatters him. He loves it, in fact. He'd be preening if he wasn't balls-deep inside of his sweet-faced lover.
Jesper's well aware that Koby is not as fragile as he looks, it's one of his favorite things about him. He smirks and encourages Koby's legs around his waist to hold on. "If I don't have at least one scratch mark from you after this, I'll consider it a failure." Then they'll just have to do it again, oh no! Jesper doesn't take it easy, in fact he ramps it up right away to meet that challenge. He slams into Koby with enough force to cause the bed to creak, starting with a punishing and strong pace so his lover has no time to adjust to it. The surprise is part of the fun and he's on a mission so despite the pleasure zooming through his body, he is focused on Koby alone.
One strong arm holds him up as he dives in for a kiss but he arches his back just enough that the other hand can move between them, caressing over Koby's chest, playing with his nipples in a much gentler touch than the way his body is thrusting like he plans to fuck him right through the bed into the next dimension.
That would be lovely, actually.
[ He likes to spread his meals out between multiple humanoids, so he's never relying just on one person. So, he won't turn Jesper down for that offer, especially since he seems to understand Astarion's particular hang ups. Normally, seeing someone put it so plainly might make him bristle, but after their time together he knows the young man means no harm.
There's a SLIGHT pause after he reads the next part, though - ]
You woke up with what?
[ ?? ]
[ He likes to spread his meals out between multiple humanoids, so he's never relying just on one person. So, he won't turn Jesper down for that offer, especially since he seems to understand Astarion's particular hang ups. Normally, seeing someone put it so plainly might make him bristle, but after their time together he knows the young man means no harm.
There's a SLIGHT pause after he reads the next part, though - ]
You woke up with what?
[ ?? ]
My pleasure. I'm delicious, you're welcome. (Insert playful wink here you can't see.)
But yes, it's as insane as it sounds. I just randomly have Fey ears. I don't have any explanation for it. It's the strangest thing that's happened to me here.
But yes, it's as insane as it sounds. I just randomly have Fey ears. I don't have any explanation for it. It's the strangest thing that's happened to me here.
Good suggestion. I usually wear a hat that's low brim enough for it, but a glamor spell would go further.
Whatever the Singularity's up to, not very nice to modify people's body permanently.
Whatever the Singularity's up to, not very nice to modify people's body permanently.
It could be. What if it tried to make me ugly? How horrifying.
I'm sorry, pigeon.
That does give him some context. Jesper's homey cabin is the same now that they're back to themselves, and he's lounging in it waiting for Wilhelm to get there. He does kind of miss the large dramatic pub that he, Kaz, and Mat made together, but they could probably come up with something smaller level if they wanted to. He is lounging inside on the couch and the door is open. His coat is hung up by the door and he's in sedate dark green shades, comfortable and casual in his space rather than his more dramatic look when out and about.
He's been handling all of this much better than most but it's because Jesper sees it as him being mostly himself just on a bigger scale. The 800 years made him go 'yep that's who I'd be.' The only thing that's driving him up the wall is the lack of freedom he's back to. Jesper fought the entire way to the crater because he didn't like being controlled, and now he is under their thumb again. For a time there, he started to fool himself that he was freer than he thought, but now he knows otherwise. And he can't run off to the Fey anymore.
Now he's also far away from all his Thorne lovers yet again which is exhausting, and it would've been so much easier to comfort Wilhelm if he could've simply appeared where he was, rather than needing to wait once a month or in here. But it is what it is. He waits for the pigeon to arrive, knowing he's about to face some heartbreak. One that he personally knows well.
That does give him some context. Jesper's homey cabin is the same now that they're back to themselves, and he's lounging in it waiting for Wilhelm to get there. He does kind of miss the large dramatic pub that he, Kaz, and Mat made together, but they could probably come up with something smaller level if they wanted to. He is lounging inside on the couch and the door is open. His coat is hung up by the door and he's in sedate dark green shades, comfortable and casual in his space rather than his more dramatic look when out and about.
He's been handling all of this much better than most but it's because Jesper sees it as him being mostly himself just on a bigger scale. The 800 years made him go 'yep that's who I'd be.' The only thing that's driving him up the wall is the lack of freedom he's back to. Jesper fought the entire way to the crater because he didn't like being controlled, and now he is under their thumb again. For a time there, he started to fool himself that he was freer than he thought, but now he knows otherwise. And he can't run off to the Fey anymore.
Now he's also far away from all his Thorne lovers yet again which is exhausting, and it would've been so much easier to comfort Wilhelm if he could've simply appeared where he was, rather than needing to wait once a month or in here. But it is what it is. He waits for the pigeon to arrive, knowing he's about to face some heartbreak. One that he personally knows well.
"Ten whole minutes," Koby corrects breathlessly, grinning, giving off starlight like a damned lightbulb, radiating so much warmth and light that a mortal would have to shield their gaze. But Jesper isn't mortal -- neither of them are, and it's a gift Koby's constantly grateful for, because there's no recoiling when he reaches up to trace silvery stardust over Jesper's smooth cheekbones, the lines of his face. Koby can kiss him a thousand times and never leave him singed or coughing up starstuff.
So he does, legs curling around Jesper's waist, body shuddering deliciously with the familiar intensifying speed -- Koby hadn't been much for stamina, at the beginning, but after centuries, he's gotten quite good at riding the waves of pleasure without tipping over the edge. Then again, this is Jesper, god of love and beauty here. Much as Koby doesn't want things to end too quickly, he knows he'll never win in a test of his will against Jesper's magic.
So he lets it go, kisses Jesper again and again, between shuddery, panting breaths, hands slipping down his (beautiful, perfect) back, nails digging in just a bit. "I-I don't scratch," he huffs, clearly untrue, because he's scratching right then, at the dizzying swell of pleasure from how deep Jesper's thrusts are. A shivering, almost-moan, Koby's eyes squeezing shut for a moment, nails biting in deeper, deeper, as he manages, unnecessarily: "Right -- there, don't stop--"
So he does, legs curling around Jesper's waist, body shuddering deliciously with the familiar intensifying speed -- Koby hadn't been much for stamina, at the beginning, but after centuries, he's gotten quite good at riding the waves of pleasure without tipping over the edge. Then again, this is Jesper, god of love and beauty here. Much as Koby doesn't want things to end too quickly, he knows he'll never win in a test of his will against Jesper's magic.
So he lets it go, kisses Jesper again and again, between shuddery, panting breaths, hands slipping down his (beautiful, perfect) back, nails digging in just a bit. "I-I don't scratch," he huffs, clearly untrue, because he's scratching right then, at the dizzying swell of pleasure from how deep Jesper's thrusts are. A shivering, almost-moan, Koby's eyes squeezing shut for a moment, nails biting in deeper, deeper, as he manages, unnecessarily: "Right -- there, don't stop--"
"Hey," is all Wilhelm can muster to announce himself as he shuffles through Jesper's door. He forces a quick upturn of his lips, but it can't really be called a smile. He hasn't put much thought into his outfit, just a hoodie and some sweatpants, the sort of thing you wear when you don't feel like going anywhere or doing anything.
If there's a measure of distance gathered stiffly around him when he joins Jesper on the couch, it's because he's remembering what they were in that imaginary life. Not friends who fool around, but serious lovers. He was in love with Jesper. Now that he's back to his regular old self, he doesn't know what to feel. He may have forgotten Kelson, and he might have already been gone, but it still feels like a betrayal, a promise broken.
Truthfully, he had avoided calling on Jesper until now because even though he knows he's one of the best friends he's got, and he's always propped Wilhelm up when he needed it the most, his head and heart are just unruly messes spilling everywhere. So, he sits with his knees pulled to his chest and doesn't know where to begin.
If there's a measure of distance gathered stiffly around him when he joins Jesper on the couch, it's because he's remembering what they were in that imaginary life. Not friends who fool around, but serious lovers. He was in love with Jesper. Now that he's back to his regular old self, he doesn't know what to feel. He may have forgotten Kelson, and he might have already been gone, but it still feels like a betrayal, a promise broken.
Truthfully, he had avoided calling on Jesper until now because even though he knows he's one of the best friends he's got, and he's always propped Wilhelm up when he needed it the most, his head and heart are just unruly messes spilling everywhere. So, he sits with his knees pulled to his chest and doesn't know where to begin.
Edited 2024-06-05 01:38 (UTC)
Sometimes Jesper is in a mood where he wants to be slow and sweet, but that will be for later, after they get this intense need out of them. He can spend hours in someone's bed and plans on doing exactly that. They have the time to linger and be tender, where he'll get off Koby multiple times licking his clit until he wants to die from it. But this is where they are first.
Jesper likes being covered in marks, it's one of his many favorites in bed. He likes scratch marks, bruises, hickeys, bite marks, he leaves come on him instead of cleaning off. He loves the act of sex itself and everything that comes with it. He mentioned scratching because he knows Koby will do exactly that to his back, as he already is doing, and he laughs into his mouth.
"Oh baby, I'll never stop." Jesper grips Koby's ass and tilts his pelvis up higher, holding him in place so he can thrust into him. He's neatly got him pinned in a way so he can only take it, wanting to give this beautiful boy of his a reminder of why he shouldn't leave for too long. It gives him a very good view of Koby's chest and bare body, caressing down it until he easily finds the clit and rubs it. He knows how Koby likes it after centuries of them in bed and he touches him in between each thrust so there's no time between pleasure. He's either deep inside or circling his clit giving sensation over and over.
"Come for me, sweetheart, I've missed your face so much, I've missed your body. Let me see you. Let me love you."
Jesper likes being covered in marks, it's one of his many favorites in bed. He likes scratch marks, bruises, hickeys, bite marks, he leaves come on him instead of cleaning off. He loves the act of sex itself and everything that comes with it. He mentioned scratching because he knows Koby will do exactly that to his back, as he already is doing, and he laughs into his mouth.
"Oh baby, I'll never stop." Jesper grips Koby's ass and tilts his pelvis up higher, holding him in place so he can thrust into him. He's neatly got him pinned in a way so he can only take it, wanting to give this beautiful boy of his a reminder of why he shouldn't leave for too long. It gives him a very good view of Koby's chest and bare body, caressing down it until he easily finds the clit and rubs it. He knows how Koby likes it after centuries of them in bed and he touches him in between each thrust so there's no time between pleasure. He's either deep inside or circling his clit giving sensation over and over.
"Come for me, sweetheart, I've missed your face so much, I've missed your body. Let me see you. Let me love you."
Jesper makes room on the couch, seeing the depression hoodie for what it is, and waits until Wilhelm decides where he wants to settle. His body language is very clear since he's not immediately seeking the physical comfort of Jesper's body like a hug, so Jesper respects that. He reaches out though to rub a hand gently up and down his back, just to make him feel seen and cared for.
He had a somewhat similar reaction when he lost Wylan. Kaz was there for him, considering they both went through losing Inej together. He understands the feeling. It doesn't matter that Wilhelm didn't have years of closeness with Kelson. It was still a relationship that mattered, that gave him some hope and made him feel happy. And now he's gone, just like that.
"I saw you on the network mention he walked into the crater with you, but he wasn't in the experience." Which means he was taken before that even happened. Maybe the instant before they all collapsed.
He had a somewhat similar reaction when he lost Wylan. Kaz was there for him, considering they both went through losing Inej together. He understands the feeling. It doesn't matter that Wilhelm didn't have years of closeness with Kelson. It was still a relationship that mattered, that gave him some hope and made him feel happy. And now he's gone, just like that.
"I saw you on the network mention he walked into the crater with you, but he wasn't in the experience." Which means he was taken before that even happened. Maybe the instant before they all collapsed.
[Continued from here]
Jesper frankly never cares who is around when he is in a lustful mood, but this is exactly what a wedding should be about, at the end of it. The wedding night, the honeymoon, the delicious joining of two souls in more than one way. No one can see them and he's always been an exhibitionist. The music is for them now, the moment is for them. He dances with Wille and feels him relax and get into the seduction that is as easy between them as breathing. Who is seducing who, it doesn't matter. A joint one.
Wilhelm encourages his hand to wander so he gives into it without complaint, his hands sliding over him. They play with his nipples first, caressing and teasing him, his mouth moving from one side of his neck to the other. One arm wraps around his waist, keeping him solidly back against Jesper's body, while his hand moves down underneath Wilhelm's clothing, so easily due to his endless experience, to grip his cock underneath. He grinds against him, lifting his head to suck on his earlobe, murmuring into his ear.
"Do you want to fuck me, Wille? Right here?" Jesper is not subtle about what gets him going and starts stroking Wilhelm to the beat of the music playing in the air. "I'll give you anything you want."
Jesper frankly never cares who is around when he is in a lustful mood, but this is exactly what a wedding should be about, at the end of it. The wedding night, the honeymoon, the delicious joining of two souls in more than one way. No one can see them and he's always been an exhibitionist. The music is for them now, the moment is for them. He dances with Wille and feels him relax and get into the seduction that is as easy between them as breathing. Who is seducing who, it doesn't matter. A joint one.
Wilhelm encourages his hand to wander so he gives into it without complaint, his hands sliding over him. They play with his nipples first, caressing and teasing him, his mouth moving from one side of his neck to the other. One arm wraps around his waist, keeping him solidly back against Jesper's body, while his hand moves down underneath Wilhelm's clothing, so easily due to his endless experience, to grip his cock underneath. He grinds against him, lifting his head to suck on his earlobe, murmuring into his ear.
"Do you want to fuck me, Wille? Right here?" Jesper is not subtle about what gets him going and starts stroking Wilhelm to the beat of the music playing in the air. "I'll give you anything you want."
His shoulders sag as Jesper soothes his back. Wilhelm fidgets with one of the hoodie strings, twisting it around his finger. Every time he talks about it, it feels like he's digging new holes in his heart, nails scraping deeper, red and raw, but he doesn't know how to bury the hurt either.
"I didn't even remember him until I woke up." His voice treads quietly, weary and defeated. "I don't even remember the last thing I said to him, or the last thing he said to me."
Half because his brain is fried by centuries of fake memories, half because it was probably something mundane, something wholly inadequate to what Kelson meant to him. He didn't know it was the last time. He doesn't know if Kelson even knew how fiercely he loved him, how badly he wanted to help him find a life he could actually be happy with. He thought they'd have more time.
"I didn't even remember him until I woke up." His voice treads quietly, weary and defeated. "I don't even remember the last thing I said to him, or the last thing he said to me."
Half because his brain is fried by centuries of fake memories, half because it was probably something mundane, something wholly inadequate to what Kelson meant to him. He didn't know it was the last time. He doesn't know if Kelson even knew how fiercely he loved him, how badly he wanted to help him find a life he could actually be happy with. He thought they'd have more time.
Jesper's hands belong on his body, and his body belongs to Jesper's hands. The paths his touch travels over his skin are so familiar as to become second nature, like lungs absorbing air or heart pumping blood, but it has the effect of an electric current zipping through Wilhelm. He lets go of Jesper to flick open the buttons of his vest and give him an easier time of teasing. As Jesper's touch slopes down his belly, the silk lies coolly against his alert nipples in the absence of those hungry hands.
All sweltering sighs and low fluttering lashes, he gyrates against Jesper. One hand, matching the loop of Jesper's arm around his waist, holds onto his knuckles; the other rises to tangle in his curly hair, keeping him close. In his lover's grasp, his cock swells to fullness fast, as if following the tilting tempo of the music. Jesper is getting hard too — he can feel him against his ass, heat exhaling through all the layers of their clothing.
"Against the tree," his answer slips out on a sigh.
The tree that served as a backdrop to the brides' vows has several boughs that nearly brush the ground to create a shady canopy, but it's not cover that Wilhelm has in mind—
"You'll want something to hold onto."
All sweltering sighs and low fluttering lashes, he gyrates against Jesper. One hand, matching the loop of Jesper's arm around his waist, holds onto his knuckles; the other rises to tangle in his curly hair, keeping him close. In his lover's grasp, his cock swells to fullness fast, as if following the tilting tempo of the music. Jesper is getting hard too — he can feel him against his ass, heat exhaling through all the layers of their clothing.
"Against the tree," his answer slips out on a sigh.
The tree that served as a backdrop to the brides' vows has several boughs that nearly brush the ground to create a shady canopy, but it's not cover that Wilhelm has in mind—
"You'll want something to hold onto."
"You just got centuries of fake memories in your head, it might take time to sort it all out." Jesper doesn't know if it'll be better or worse to remember last words, but if it's something he does want to remember, he hopes Wilhelm will get it back once their brains snap back. All his memories are still jumbled, personally. Most of it was nice. He knows that he got lucky. He didn't have anything to be ashamed about on the other end of it, unlike some people.
His hand keeps rubbing Wilhelm's back with the most comfort he can offer for now. It's never gotten any easier to know what to say in these moments. They've all lost people, and everyone handles it in different ways. Jesper's not sure he handles it any better than others, since he mostly copes with it quietly until the hurt is less. Kaz is his go-to source of comfort for the obvious reasons.
"Do you know what his situation was back home?" Was it an okay life he was leading? Or was it the worst possible option?
His hand keeps rubbing Wilhelm's back with the most comfort he can offer for now. It's never gotten any easier to know what to say in these moments. They've all lost people, and everyone handles it in different ways. Jesper's not sure he handles it any better than others, since he mostly copes with it quietly until the hurt is less. Kaz is his go-to source of comfort for the obvious reasons.
"Do you know what his situation was back home?" Was it an okay life he was leading? Or was it the worst possible option?
He still remembers the last thing he ever said to Erik. You're being annoying. Bye. His brother had been teasing him for wanting to stay down at school for the weekend — he'd guessed, correctly, that the real reason for Wilhelm's change in plans was that he found someone he liked. Why are you sulking in your room if you have a crush to hang out with? The next day, Erik was dead.
It was an ordinary thing, that last conversation, made precious by the fact that he would never get to talk to his brother again. So he holds onto what he can remember of Erik's voice on the other end of the phone, just as he hoards every other piece of him, like his blood and bones and every breath are a shrine.
Just as he's now trying to collect all the pieces of Kelson he can. At the question, Wilhelm takes in a shaky breath. He winds the hoodie string tighter around his fingers.
"He was king. He became king at a stupidly young age, he didn't even have a chance to really become a person first. And he...he cares about his people, I know he does. He wants to do a good job, but—"
His words buckle, and the full weight of his sadness crashes through.
"He shouldn't have to sacrifice his own happiness for that. He didn't think it mattered what he wanted, but it does. It fucking does."
It was an ordinary thing, that last conversation, made precious by the fact that he would never get to talk to his brother again. So he holds onto what he can remember of Erik's voice on the other end of the phone, just as he hoards every other piece of him, like his blood and bones and every breath are a shrine.
Just as he's now trying to collect all the pieces of Kelson he can. At the question, Wilhelm takes in a shaky breath. He winds the hoodie string tighter around his fingers.
"He was king. He became king at a stupidly young age, he didn't even have a chance to really become a person first. And he...he cares about his people, I know he does. He wants to do a good job, but—"
His words buckle, and the full weight of his sadness crashes through.
"He shouldn't have to sacrifice his own happiness for that. He didn't think it mattered what he wanted, but it does. It fucking does."
It's been centuries and Wilhelm can still make his blood feel like it's boiling. If it's even blood in his veins anymore, who knows, but the point is, he's on fire in the best sense. Passion for Jesper has always been easy but as a well-fed god, surrounded by humans currently cherishing one another, he's glowing from it. He smiles into his neck as Wilhelm presses against him, his desperation for more rising too, and he releases him.
Only to grab his hands and tug him toward said tree, teleporting them both so it's only a blip before they're up against it. Jesper's back against the wood, his hand sliding over Wilhelm's clothes and they don't have to tear, they simply fall off him, the Durast in him still very real even now. He makes himself bare the same way and drags Wilhelm into him, kissing him hard.
"How do you want it? Me bent over? You holding me up? Both?" Jesper laughs when he breaks away from the kiss and bites Wilhelm's lip, already putting a leg up over his hip to reel him in close. "The god of love is yours to fuck, how does that make you feel?" He closes his mouth around Wilhelm's fingers, wetting them so he can use them if he wants. Technically Jesper doesn't need to be opened up, he can be willing in a second, they have that power, it's all about Wilhelm's preferences at the moment. And Jesper has always been great at adapting to his needs.
Only to grab his hands and tug him toward said tree, teleporting them both so it's only a blip before they're up against it. Jesper's back against the wood, his hand sliding over Wilhelm's clothes and they don't have to tear, they simply fall off him, the Durast in him still very real even now. He makes himself bare the same way and drags Wilhelm into him, kissing him hard.
"How do you want it? Me bent over? You holding me up? Both?" Jesper laughs when he breaks away from the kiss and bites Wilhelm's lip, already putting a leg up over his hip to reel him in close. "The god of love is yours to fuck, how does that make you feel?" He closes his mouth around Wilhelm's fingers, wetting them so he can use them if he wants. Technically Jesper doesn't need to be opened up, he can be willing in a second, they have that power, it's all about Wilhelm's preferences at the moment. And Jesper has always been great at adapting to his needs.
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