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itookashot) wrote2022-01-31 12:16 pm
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I have three tattoos, as you already know. I think it would look sexy on you.
Now that Jesper's shirtless Wilhelm can see the three tattoos on his torso, two of them new but nevertheless put onto his Horizon skin too. There's the Dregs tattoo on his right forearm, a protection symbol on his left, and a tattoo of a gun on his bicep with the Wheel of Fortune symbol in the hilt. In real life, it glows in the dark, but it's not currently. As wiry as Jesper is, it's clear that he's built like the rogue he is, like someone ready to fight. His fingers are calloused from guns and swords. Jesper can tell that Wilhelm's giving into the lust of their situation and it's good to see him relax and be less anxious. There's no need to overthink in Jesper's imaginary bed. Wilhelm has no idea how good Jesper's tongue truly is.
He laughs at Wilhelm's grading of his efforts as A+ and returns the kiss, delving deep into his mouth again, massaging his tongue, memorizing the heat and taste of him. Jesper loves the feel of Wilhelm's hot soft hands over his body and experimentally tests the waters by slowly rocking his hips down into Wilhelm's. He is in a good position to do that, settled between his legs, and that little bit of friction goes a long way.
Jesper pulls out of the kiss and brushes his lips against Wilhelm's cheek and over to his ear. He sucks the lobe into his mouth before speaking low and promising. "The only thing I want is to make you feel good, love." He lets his mouth travel down to his neck, pressing their hips together again. "You just tell me when I'm going too far, okay?" Maybe he shouldn't treat Wilhelm so gently, maybe he isn't as virginal as he seems. But on the off-chance he is, Jesper wants to be only a good memory for him, a friend he can count on whether it's kissing or protecting him.
"You're so soft, pigeon." He runs his fingers down Wilhelm's chest, sneaking just a little bit under his pants but not farther than a suggestive inch around the band.
He laughs at Wilhelm's grading of his efforts as A+ and returns the kiss, delving deep into his mouth again, massaging his tongue, memorizing the heat and taste of him. Jesper loves the feel of Wilhelm's hot soft hands over his body and experimentally tests the waters by slowly rocking his hips down into Wilhelm's. He is in a good position to do that, settled between his legs, and that little bit of friction goes a long way.
Jesper pulls out of the kiss and brushes his lips against Wilhelm's cheek and over to his ear. He sucks the lobe into his mouth before speaking low and promising. "The only thing I want is to make you feel good, love." He lets his mouth travel down to his neck, pressing their hips together again. "You just tell me when I'm going too far, okay?" Maybe he shouldn't treat Wilhelm so gently, maybe he isn't as virginal as he seems. But on the off-chance he is, Jesper wants to be only a good memory for him, a friend he can count on whether it's kissing or protecting him.
"You're so soft, pigeon." He runs his fingers down Wilhelm's chest, sneaking just a little bit under his pants but not farther than a suggestive inch around the band.
[Alone, he hides a shy smile in his hand. Yes, he knows. He doesn't know how to react to being called sexy, though. It has nothing to do with Jesper and everything to do with a compromising video of himself that got splashed all over social media. Sexy stops feeling like a compliment when it's banged out in all capital letters and a flurry of exclamation points by thousands of strangers.
Anyway.]
No, no way. I wouldn't even know what to get.
Anyway.]
No, no way. I wouldn't even know what to get.
It is important to know what you want, yeah. And communicate those wants.
[ Hint hint. ]
[ Hint hint. ]
Oh are you asking me out? What a surprise!
[ Jesper is just being playful though. ]
I'd love to go on a date with you in Nocwich, Wille.
[ Jesper is just being playful though. ]
I'd love to go on a date with you in Nocwich, Wille.
I'll be there.
Do you have a favorite color, by the way?
Do you have a favorite color, by the way?
Having had his entire life mapped out for him before he got pulled away from it all, Wilhelm craves any degree of control he can wrap his hands around. So while he lets Jesper take the lead, he takes control by other means. By rolling his hips up into Jesper's, firm and sure, back arching and breath simmering hot; by coasting his hands over the curve of his ass, pulling him down as if there could still be space between them left to crush. Wilhelm chooses this.
Tipping his head aside to surrender to Jesper's lips as they claim his ear, he slides his eyes over the designs inked onto his warm brown skin. He doesn't know anybody who has a tattoo — in the image-obsessed upper crust of society, there's no place for that level of self-expression. The lingering sense that he's doing something he shouldn't only heightens the thrill crackling through him.
As Jesper's mouth slides down his neck, and his hands slide down his chest — as his hips press him into the bed, and his whole body covers him like the sky — Wilhelm hums in dreamy agreement. Yes, he wants to feel good.
Jesper's mindfulness of his boundaries is sweet, but Wilhelm wants to show him that he doesn't have to tread so lightly. When his touch slips into his jeans, his belly dips in a soft gasp. He squeezes his hand between them to take Jesper's, not to intercept him, but to encourage him to pet him through his jeans. Wilhelm's hard, the heat of his arousal sweltering through the fabric. A moan stretches quietly in the back of his throat.
"I'm secretly very dangerous, remember?" Wilhelm teases. A moment's hesitation, his nerves betraying him in the inward curl of his lips. "You can...take them off, if you want."
He's already prying apart the button, pulling down the zipper.
Tipping his head aside to surrender to Jesper's lips as they claim his ear, he slides his eyes over the designs inked onto his warm brown skin. He doesn't know anybody who has a tattoo — in the image-obsessed upper crust of society, there's no place for that level of self-expression. The lingering sense that he's doing something he shouldn't only heightens the thrill crackling through him.
As Jesper's mouth slides down his neck, and his hands slide down his chest — as his hips press him into the bed, and his whole body covers him like the sky — Wilhelm hums in dreamy agreement. Yes, he wants to feel good.
Jesper's mindfulness of his boundaries is sweet, but Wilhelm wants to show him that he doesn't have to tread so lightly. When his touch slips into his jeans, his belly dips in a soft gasp. He squeezes his hand between them to take Jesper's, not to intercept him, but to encourage him to pet him through his jeans. Wilhelm's hard, the heat of his arousal sweltering through the fabric. A moan stretches quietly in the back of his throat.
"I'm secretly very dangerous, remember?" Wilhelm teases. A moment's hesitation, his nerves betraying him in the inward curl of his lips. "You can...take them off, if you want."
He's already prying apart the button, pulling down the zipper.
There is nothing quite like the shift in interest to enthusiasm, and Wilhelm's opening up to Jesper far quicker than he expected. In the best sense. He meets it with his own want and need, his kiss hotter, rocking down against him with more force when his hips lift up. He's been clear with Wilhelm that he'll respect his boundaries, whatever they are, so he decides not to worry about it anymore. He'll tell Jesper if he doesn't want something. He has to trust in that, especially now that he wants to get his mouth all over him.
Wilhelm reacts beautifully and purposely moves his hand down in invitation and Jesper laughs into his neck. "I'm definitely in danger, sweetheart." He slides his hand under Wilhelm's pants as soon as Wilhelm unzips them, palming the hard heat he can feel beneath his underpants. He rubs at him slowly, his mouth moving across his chest. This is Jesper's favorite place to be. He loves the heat and adrenaline and the sound of a moan, he likes to unravel his partners until they're hot messes.
Jesper slides down Wilhelm's body, his tongue taking a second to playfully lick at each of his nipples, before he is pressing his mouth against Wilhem's stomach and trail down to where his pants are still on and he's straining against them. He leans to the side so he can pull Wilhelm's pants off and drop them to the floor. He decides to go for broke and press his mouth against the hard line of him underneath the underpants. He licks at the fabric in a not even close subtle way, mouthing over the length of him.
"Can I?" Gray eyes flicker up to Wilhelm from where he is currently, fully planning on taking them off with teeth once giving permission, but he does need permission. "Let me make you feel good. I'm very good with my mouth." As if that would be any surprise at this point. Jesper's in his element, he's oozing confidence and temptation.
Wilhelm reacts beautifully and purposely moves his hand down in invitation and Jesper laughs into his neck. "I'm definitely in danger, sweetheart." He slides his hand under Wilhelm's pants as soon as Wilhelm unzips them, palming the hard heat he can feel beneath his underpants. He rubs at him slowly, his mouth moving across his chest. This is Jesper's favorite place to be. He loves the heat and adrenaline and the sound of a moan, he likes to unravel his partners until they're hot messes.
Jesper slides down Wilhelm's body, his tongue taking a second to playfully lick at each of his nipples, before he is pressing his mouth against Wilhem's stomach and trail down to where his pants are still on and he's straining against them. He leans to the side so he can pull Wilhelm's pants off and drop them to the floor. He decides to go for broke and press his mouth against the hard line of him underneath the underpants. He licks at the fabric in a not even close subtle way, mouthing over the length of him.
"Can I?" Gray eyes flicker up to Wilhelm from where he is currently, fully planning on taking them off with teeth once giving permission, but he does need permission. "Let me make you feel good. I'm very good with my mouth." As if that would be any surprise at this point. Jesper's in his element, he's oozing confidence and temptation.
All joking aside, it's really Wilhelm who's in danger. Under Jesper's mouth and touch, he melts. Hips rolling, he tries to fuck into Jesper's hand, hungry for its friction. Back arching, like a wave cresting before it snaps into sea foam, he stretches his chest into the heat of his tongue. With every new touch Jesper bestows on him, the rhythm of his breath resets, swelling into a gasp, sinking into a sigh. His own hands scramble to cover his face, to clutch at Jesper's hair.
He's not thinking about how, really, he's hardly had time at all to get to know Jesper in the handful of times they've crossed paths. He's not thinking about much at all, not when Jesper's yanking his jeans from his ankles and mouthing his cock through his boxers. And isn't this another way of learning each other? Just let their bodies speak for them. These days, there's little to talk about but doom and gloom anyway.
The look Wilhelm curves down at him is all hazy summer skies. Heat and anticipation for what comes next. He nods wordlessly, pushing both hands through Jesper's hair, lifting his hips to help him.
And now he's not thinking about how only one person has ever seen him like this, naked and alive with arousal and thoroughly vulnerable. Except he is thinking about it, a little bit.
He's not thinking about how, really, he's hardly had time at all to get to know Jesper in the handful of times they've crossed paths. He's not thinking about much at all, not when Jesper's yanking his jeans from his ankles and mouthing his cock through his boxers. And isn't this another way of learning each other? Just let their bodies speak for them. These days, there's little to talk about but doom and gloom anyway.
The look Wilhelm curves down at him is all hazy summer skies. Heat and anticipation for what comes next. He nods wordlessly, pushing both hands through Jesper's hair, lifting his hips to help him.
And now he's not thinking about how only one person has ever seen him like this, naked and alive with arousal and thoroughly vulnerable. Except he is thinking about it, a little bit.
Jesper is casual when it comes to sex but that doesn't mean he is casual in the act. He is very focused on his partners so it seems like they are the only people who exist in his entire world, and that is how it feels when in the midst of it. He is fully salacious, never bored, and always consumed and consuming in equal measures. He listens to Wilhelm's reactions and learns from them, copying gestures that he clearly wants, licking and sucking in small ways over his skin. Every new partner is a canvas, their bodies his to sculpt.
If he knew Wilhelm was struggling with his feelings about another man and what this all means for it, he would be sympathetic and kind, but in the end, this is still what he would insist on doing. No better way to get a person out of the past than to give them something in the present to hold onto.
Wilhelm's very responsive which is so appealing, his eyes glossy as they look down at him, and he smiles reassuringly up at him after the permission. He promised himself that he would distract both of them from the madness in their lives, and he will make good on that. He can tell Wilhelm is already getting lost in it and he does in fact use his teeth to pull off his underwear, sliding it down his legs afterward. He moves back between Wilhelm's legs now that he's bare and bows his head, nosing against Wilhelm's cock and breathing hotly over it, running his tongue from stem to tip. He curls it along the head, over the top and right under, and moans in open pleasure. He loves doing this.
"Pull my hair all you want, love, and you can fuck my mouth as hard as you like, I enjoy it."
That very sultry message given, Jesper gets to work. One hand curves around Wilhelm's thigh to keep him open for easier access, stroking his thumb reassuringly on the inner side. His other hand wraps around him for stability and he lowers his head down on him, taking him in with no problem. He goes slow purely so Wilhelm can adapt to the feeling of his hot wet mouth surrounding him and he sucks in his cheeks a little for increased tightness. He softens his throat so if Wilhelm takes him up on the thrusting it will be easy and bobs on him, a look of genuine bliss on his face has he focuses on making this good for both of them.
If he knew Wilhelm was struggling with his feelings about another man and what this all means for it, he would be sympathetic and kind, but in the end, this is still what he would insist on doing. No better way to get a person out of the past than to give them something in the present to hold onto.
Wilhelm's very responsive which is so appealing, his eyes glossy as they look down at him, and he smiles reassuringly up at him after the permission. He promised himself that he would distract both of them from the madness in their lives, and he will make good on that. He can tell Wilhelm is already getting lost in it and he does in fact use his teeth to pull off his underwear, sliding it down his legs afterward. He moves back between Wilhelm's legs now that he's bare and bows his head, nosing against Wilhelm's cock and breathing hotly over it, running his tongue from stem to tip. He curls it along the head, over the top and right under, and moans in open pleasure. He loves doing this.
"Pull my hair all you want, love, and you can fuck my mouth as hard as you like, I enjoy it."
That very sultry message given, Jesper gets to work. One hand curves around Wilhelm's thigh to keep him open for easier access, stroking his thumb reassuringly on the inner side. His other hand wraps around him for stability and he lowers his head down on him, taking him in with no problem. He goes slow purely so Wilhelm can adapt to the feeling of his hot wet mouth surrounding him and he sucks in his cheeks a little for increased tightness. He softens his throat so if Wilhelm takes him up on the thrusting it will be easy and bobs on him, a look of genuine bliss on his face has he focuses on making this good for both of them.
A surprised laugh catches in his throat as Jesper snags his boxers with teeth instead of fingers, which places him...right there when Wilhelm's cock bobs free. Seized by self-consciousness, he turns his face toward the pillow. His hand flutters over his mouth while his breath flutters out on a sigh. Feeling Jesper's weight move the mattress as he reclaims his place between his legs, Wilhelm dares to peek down at him again. Anticipation sharpens in his belly as Jesper's breath slides over him.
And then his self-consciousness gets swallowed up in a surge of pleasure, smothered by the heat of Jesper's tongue. A moan spills out. His fingers curl tighter in his hair even before Jesper says that. Even in optimal circumstances, cultivated for the utmost clarity of thought, Wilhelm wouldn't know how to respond. Too dumbfounded to come up with anything smart, too shy to try matching him in seduction. Now, with Jesper cradling his cock and stretching his mouth around him, all he can produce is—
"Jes..."
But pulled apart on a whine, it sounds more like yes and please and more. All of him pulls tight like the strings of some instrument, ready to be plucked. His other hand bunches into a fist around the bedcovers. His hips wiggle, writhing upward, not out of any conscious decision on Wilhelm's part to follow Jesper's instructions, but because the wet warmth of that mouth just begs to be plunged into.
This is new. Not the act itself — though Jesper's, uh, expertise certainly transforms it — but the raw carnality untethered from the weight of feelings.
And then his self-consciousness gets swallowed up in a surge of pleasure, smothered by the heat of Jesper's tongue. A moan spills out. His fingers curl tighter in his hair even before Jesper says that. Even in optimal circumstances, cultivated for the utmost clarity of thought, Wilhelm wouldn't know how to respond. Too dumbfounded to come up with anything smart, too shy to try matching him in seduction. Now, with Jesper cradling his cock and stretching his mouth around him, all he can produce is—
"Jes..."
But pulled apart on a whine, it sounds more like yes and please and more. All of him pulls tight like the strings of some instrument, ready to be plucked. His other hand bunches into a fist around the bedcovers. His hips wiggle, writhing upward, not out of any conscious decision on Wilhelm's part to follow Jesper's instructions, but because the wet warmth of that mouth just begs to be plunged into.
This is new. Not the act itself — though Jesper's, uh, expertise certainly transforms it — but the raw carnality untethered from the weight of feelings.
Jesper's had many partners so he knows what to expect most of the time, and he isn't surprised that Wilhelm's on the shy side. It doesn't bother him, he genuinely thinks it's sweet, especially being shy when in this most intimate of poses. It makes it very fun when someone like that can't help but throw themselves into the sensations, unable to care about their embarrassment over the pleasure of what they're experiencing. So he is amused when that exact thing happens, but it feeds his ego, his certainty in his ability.
It would be a shock for Wilhelm to be a dirty talker. Not an unwelcome one, but a genuine surprise, and he is perfectly content to let his moans and whines be all the sounds he needs. The sound of his nickname does often sound like a breathy yes, and it never fails to get him going. When Wilhelm pushes up Jesper takes him in eagerly, allowing him to go as deep as possible without consequence.
He keeps the pace slow mostly because he wants Wilhelm to enjoy it, so he can really linger in these good feelings and get out of his head. He knows how to ramp it up when he wants to. He starts out with steady bobs up and down, a nice rhythm in between Wilhelm's needy thrusts up. Once that pace is settled he strokes Wilhelm with his hand every time his head lifts, sliding smoothly across him now thanks to his saliva.
He speeds up his movements just a little as he feels Wilhelm get into it, his hand moving faster on him, playing a little dirty the next time he lifts his head to purposely lick his tongue over the head to lap up the fluid there, tasting him before dropping back down.
It would be a shock for Wilhelm to be a dirty talker. Not an unwelcome one, but a genuine surprise, and he is perfectly content to let his moans and whines be all the sounds he needs. The sound of his nickname does often sound like a breathy yes, and it never fails to get him going. When Wilhelm pushes up Jesper takes him in eagerly, allowing him to go as deep as possible without consequence.
He keeps the pace slow mostly because he wants Wilhelm to enjoy it, so he can really linger in these good feelings and get out of his head. He knows how to ramp it up when he wants to. He starts out with steady bobs up and down, a nice rhythm in between Wilhelm's needy thrusts up. Once that pace is settled he strokes Wilhelm with his hand every time his head lifts, sliding smoothly across him now thanks to his saliva.
He speeds up his movements just a little as he feels Wilhelm get into it, his hand moving faster on him, playing a little dirty the next time he lifts his head to purposely lick his tongue over the head to lap up the fluid there, tasting him before dropping back down.
Wilhelm is definitely out of his head now. He's practically in orbit, spinning circles around the room without having to leave the bed at all. His inexperience — eroding his endurance, all of him burning up like a meteorite crashing through the atmosphere — makes a slow pace wise. It gives him a chance to float. Suspended here in this moment, nothing exists beyond the heat of Jesper's mouth and hand, the squeeze of his tongue and throat, the pleasure pooling like magma under Wilhelm's skin.
Losing himself in the rhythm Jesper sets, he thrusts upward when his mouth slides down his shaft, groans when his cock nestles deep in his throat. Sometimes he throws his head back against the pillow, hair spilling all over, breath bobbing up and down, and sometimes he watches Jesper with heavy, hazy eyes. Those gorgeous lips, full of him. That dangerous tongue, tasting him, teasing him.
His hands weave into Jesper's hair. Clutch at his shoulders, palming the gun inked onto his bicep for encouragement. Trace his jaw and cheek, fingers contemplating his own hardness sheathed inside that soft skin.
Fuck.
He's not sure if he just thinks that or actually says it aloud — or something caught halfway between. Like the rest of him, hurtling through all the layers of the stratosphere.
"Jes...Jesper," he pleads, pulling lightly on his hair. He's close. He's close, he's close, he's close.
Losing himself in the rhythm Jesper sets, he thrusts upward when his mouth slides down his shaft, groans when his cock nestles deep in his throat. Sometimes he throws his head back against the pillow, hair spilling all over, breath bobbing up and down, and sometimes he watches Jesper with heavy, hazy eyes. Those gorgeous lips, full of him. That dangerous tongue, tasting him, teasing him.
His hands weave into Jesper's hair. Clutch at his shoulders, palming the gun inked onto his bicep for encouragement. Trace his jaw and cheek, fingers contemplating his own hardness sheathed inside that soft skin.
Fuck.
He's not sure if he just thinks that or actually says it aloud — or something caught halfway between. Like the rest of him, hurtling through all the layers of the stratosphere.
"Jes...Jesper," he pleads, pulling lightly on his hair. He's close. He's close, he's close, he's close.
Jesper does flicker his eyes up toward Wilhelm a few times as he does this because he enjoys watching and he does look completely out of it, which is a real compliment. He is already thinking about other times he plans on bringing Wilhelm down this road, he would love to feel the flushed skin under his mouth, watch his face more directly as he strokes him instead to the end. He is so very pretty and Jesper loves the start of these things, when all he can think of are the possibilities.
He glances up intentionally when Wilhelm's fingers caress his jaw and he knows exactly what he's doing, gray eyes heated and amused and he intentionally takes his cock on that side of his mouth for a few times so Wilhelm can feel the shape of it through his cheek. He never minds adjusting to encourage the sensuality of sex, but he knows too what it means when fingers dig into his hair like that. Jesper can feel the pulse, the tautness of Wilhelm's body underneath him, and he decides to give him exactly what he needs. He can tease another day and explore that with him. Not now.
Jesper picks up the pace from medium to relentless in a single instant, giving no time at all for Wilhelm to feel anything but constant sensation. His hand slides fast and ruthless over his cock, his hand on Wilhelm's thigh moving underneath his ass and he squeezes it, encouraging with a pull for Wilhelm to thrust into his hungry mouth. He wants him to chase his pleasure, to claim it as his own, lowering entirely down on him so he's completely wrapped in silk heat.
Jesper sucks in his cheeks around Wilhelm, making him as tight as possible while still comfortable to move in, and then deliberately moans around him, the vibrations meant to lift him higher.
He glances up intentionally when Wilhelm's fingers caress his jaw and he knows exactly what he's doing, gray eyes heated and amused and he intentionally takes his cock on that side of his mouth for a few times so Wilhelm can feel the shape of it through his cheek. He never minds adjusting to encourage the sensuality of sex, but he knows too what it means when fingers dig into his hair like that. Jesper can feel the pulse, the tautness of Wilhelm's body underneath him, and he decides to give him exactly what he needs. He can tease another day and explore that with him. Not now.
Jesper picks up the pace from medium to relentless in a single instant, giving no time at all for Wilhelm to feel anything but constant sensation. His hand slides fast and ruthless over his cock, his hand on Wilhelm's thigh moving underneath his ass and he squeezes it, encouraging with a pull for Wilhelm to thrust into his hungry mouth. He wants him to chase his pleasure, to claim it as his own, lowering entirely down on him so he's completely wrapped in silk heat.
Jesper sucks in his cheeks around Wilhelm, making him as tight as possible while still comfortable to move in, and then deliberately moans around him, the vibrations meant to lift him higher.
Those eyes, molten and mischievous, belong to someone who knows what he's doing. They press into Wilhelm, gaze as weighted as touch. Under their watch, he burns hotter, faster, melting in the unrelenting heat of Jesper's mouth.
When he thinks that this pleasure can't crest any sharper, can't inundate him any deeper, Jesper pulls him there. Fast and feverish up and down his spit-slick shaft, he pumps the breath right out of him. When he scoops up Wilhelm's ass, pulling him into his mouth with the inescapable force of a planet's gravity, Wilhelm digs his heels into the bed and throws his hips forward. And when Jesper swallows him whole, the circle of his lips cinching the base of Wilhelm's cock, the back of his throat molding around his tip, the soft heat of his cheeks squeezing his every haphazard thrust—
Oh. His head spins into outer space. He forgets how to speak. How to breathe. Realizing that the moan crashing around him is his own, he clamps a hand to his mouth.
Fucking into the reverberations of Jesper's moaning, fingers twisting hard in his hair, Wilhelm comes. Jesper will feel it warm in his throat, tangy on his tongue. On his own tongue there's nothing coherent, just a tangled string of whimpers.
When he thinks that this pleasure can't crest any sharper, can't inundate him any deeper, Jesper pulls him there. Fast and feverish up and down his spit-slick shaft, he pumps the breath right out of him. When he scoops up Wilhelm's ass, pulling him into his mouth with the inescapable force of a planet's gravity, Wilhelm digs his heels into the bed and throws his hips forward. And when Jesper swallows him whole, the circle of his lips cinching the base of Wilhelm's cock, the back of his throat molding around his tip, the soft heat of his cheeks squeezing his every haphazard thrust—
Oh. His head spins into outer space. He forgets how to speak. How to breathe. Realizing that the moan crashing around him is his own, he clamps a hand to his mouth.
Fucking into the reverberations of Jesper's moaning, fingers twisting hard in his hair, Wilhelm comes. Jesper will feel it warm in his throat, tangy on his tongue. On his own tongue there's nothing coherent, just a tangled string of whimpers.
Jesper puts his entire body and mind into sexual acts but especially in these last few seconds before instinct takes over and he sends the person flying into orbit. He can make it feel any number of ways, but with Wilhelm, the intention is completely mindless. To get him out of his mind and body and floating somewhere else, and when he thrusts up into his throat deep, Jesper knows he's gotten him past thought.
He swallows the moment his mouth fills and his hand on him goes slow instead, moving but only in gentle sweeping ways that are encouraging him to get it all out. Milking him through the orgasm and taking it all down easily, before he stops so he doesn't overstimulate him. Jesper only pulls off when he is certain Wilhelm is done and he places his hand on his thigh, rubbing it tenderly as if encouraging him to relax and come down at his own pace.
Jesper licks his lips and makes certain not a drop was spilled, sighing contently at a job well done, and his throat is a little raw thanks to those ending thrusts, which he likes. He slides up on the bed next to Wilhelm and props himself on an elbow, letting gray eyes slide over his bare flushed body and to his face. It is always worth getting a good look at the damage he's done.
He reaches over to take Wilhelm's hand away from his mouth and kisses the fingertips. "So pretty," he murmurs, wanting to admire him.
He swallows the moment his mouth fills and his hand on him goes slow instead, moving but only in gentle sweeping ways that are encouraging him to get it all out. Milking him through the orgasm and taking it all down easily, before he stops so he doesn't overstimulate him. Jesper only pulls off when he is certain Wilhelm is done and he places his hand on his thigh, rubbing it tenderly as if encouraging him to relax and come down at his own pace.
Jesper licks his lips and makes certain not a drop was spilled, sighing contently at a job well done, and his throat is a little raw thanks to those ending thrusts, which he likes. He slides up on the bed next to Wilhelm and props himself on an elbow, letting gray eyes slide over his bare flushed body and to his face. It is always worth getting a good look at the damage he's done.
He reaches over to take Wilhelm's hand away from his mouth and kisses the fingertips. "So pretty," he murmurs, wanting to admire him.
As Jesper coaxes him through his orgasm, his hips fall to little twitching thrusts, then stutter to stillness altogether. Wilhelm puddles into the mattress, sweaty and flushed and breathless. Like stardust drifting after everything else has burned away, he comes back down to himself. But it's a softer version, all those sharp and hard things still scattered far away.
He wants to say something clever or charming or cool to answer Jesper, but his thoughts carry all the substance of sea foam right now. In the absence of words, he curls into Jesper. His body, sensitive in the afterglow, feels naked not because his clothes lie in a pile on the floor, but because his skin misses touch. He traces Jesper's lips as his fingertips are crowned with kisses. Somehow, this feels intimate in a way that had no chance to sink in with Jesper's mouth on his dick, and for a second Wilhelm has to look away.
He occupies himself with combing through the mess he's made of Jesper's hair, trying to return him to a presentable state. His fingers flutter down the side of Jesper's neck. Remembering all of a sudden how...ardent he'd gotten, he chews on his lip.
"Sorry..."
His gaze drifts down Jesper's long, lean torso, dipping low. Still half-dressed, he's straining at his trousers. Wilhelm lifts a questioning look to him.
He wants to say something clever or charming or cool to answer Jesper, but his thoughts carry all the substance of sea foam right now. In the absence of words, he curls into Jesper. His body, sensitive in the afterglow, feels naked not because his clothes lie in a pile on the floor, but because his skin misses touch. He traces Jesper's lips as his fingertips are crowned with kisses. Somehow, this feels intimate in a way that had no chance to sink in with Jesper's mouth on his dick, and for a second Wilhelm has to look away.
He occupies himself with combing through the mess he's made of Jesper's hair, trying to return him to a presentable state. His fingers flutter down the side of Jesper's neck. Remembering all of a sudden how...ardent he'd gotten, he chews on his lip.
"Sorry..."
His gaze drifts down Jesper's long, lean torso, dipping low. Still half-dressed, he's straining at his trousers. Wilhelm lifts a questioning look to him.
Jesper immediately leans into the affection and has no problem with Wilhelm cuddling up closer to him or seeking skin contact. He smiles and drops his hand down to Wilhelm's body, running his fingers along his bare chest and over his hip. Everyone reacts slightly differently after sex so he's ready to adapt to whatever Wilhelm prefers, but he does chuckle at the apology.
"Never apologize, love, I enjoy all of this."
Ardency is flattering! Stroking his hair and seemingly interested in helping him out, also flattering, and very much appreciated. Jesper never requires anything in response, but obviously given the chance he'll take it. He drops his hands from Wilhelm so he can undo the rest of his clothes and slide them off. He takes Wilhelm's hand and kisses it again before bringing it down to his hard and already leaking cock, encouraging him to take it.
"Please, Wille," he murmurs, gray eyes warm and lustful. Jesper never has problems begging or asking for what he wants, he knows what he wants. "I want you."
"Never apologize, love, I enjoy all of this."
Ardency is flattering! Stroking his hair and seemingly interested in helping him out, also flattering, and very much appreciated. Jesper never requires anything in response, but obviously given the chance he'll take it. He drops his hands from Wilhelm so he can undo the rest of his clothes and slide them off. He takes Wilhelm's hand and kisses it again before bringing it down to his hard and already leaking cock, encouraging him to take it.
"Please, Wille," he murmurs, gray eyes warm and lustful. Jesper never has problems begging or asking for what he wants, he knows what he wants. "I want you."
As Jesper finishes stripping, Wilhelm indulges his gaze in the lean lines and hard angles of his body, all that beautiful brown skin that now lies bare. Then his hands join in. One curls around Jesper's cock, stroking him languidly. The other spreads over his chest, tracing muscle and heartbeat. The urgency that wound him tight just minutes ago has melted away — he wades into Jesper as one would a pool, letting the water surround him by slow degrees.
"Only because you asked so nicely," he mumbles. The curling of his lips gives away the joke. His eyes skate up to Jesper's, then back down his body, following the meandering path of his own hand.
Leaning into Jesper, he nudges him flat onto his back, so that he can use his shoulder as a pillow. Craving closeness, he tangles their legs together. For a long moment, Wilhelm just watches himself stroke Jesper. Watches every little shift of his hips, the veins twitching beneath his skin. Watches the glossy bead of precum gathering at his prettily flushed head and smears it around with his thumb. This is still new to him, learning another's body, mapping out all its pleasures. Finally, he cranes his neck to smudge kisses along Jesper's jawline. Finds his lips, which — he realizes as he runs his tongue along their seam — taste of himself.
It's nice here. Warm and soft and quiet. Reluctant to return to the jagged white noise of the real world, Wilhelm chooses to linger here for as long as he can.
"Only because you asked so nicely," he mumbles. The curling of his lips gives away the joke. His eyes skate up to Jesper's, then back down his body, following the meandering path of his own hand.
Leaning into Jesper, he nudges him flat onto his back, so that he can use his shoulder as a pillow. Craving closeness, he tangles their legs together. For a long moment, Wilhelm just watches himself stroke Jesper. Watches every little shift of his hips, the veins twitching beneath his skin. Watches the glossy bead of precum gathering at his prettily flushed head and smears it around with his thumb. This is still new to him, learning another's body, mapping out all its pleasures. Finally, he cranes his neck to smudge kisses along Jesper's jawline. Finds his lips, which — he realizes as he runs his tongue along their seam — taste of himself.
It's nice here. Warm and soft and quiet. Reluctant to return to the jagged white noise of the real world, Wilhelm chooses to linger here for as long as he can.
Jesper has not an ounce of insecurity so he is happy to stretch his body out and allow it to be admired. It is far better though when an appreciative look turns into touch and his breath catches when Wilhelm takes him into hand. He laughs at the joke and runs his fingers through Wilhelm's sandy hair. Jesper follows his direction without argument and moves onto his back, making room for his new lover to tangle legs and move up close against him.
It's arousing on top of everything else, the way Wilhelm is watching what he's doing and Jesper lifts his hips to push into his grip and give more of a show. Not that he has much control after Wilhelm smears his precum over his red hot head and Jesper groans, eyelashes fluttering, head tilted back slightly. That sends a shiver up him and he doesn't mind at all the slow assault on his body and need. He likes to be played with a little.
Jesper parts his lips and leans up into the kiss, his fingers digging into his hair a little tighter, encouraging Wilhelm's tongue into his mouth so he can do the plundering this time. It is all very sweet with enough of a spicy edge that he is content to be explored. Tension and lust curl into his belly and he has to draw sharp breath out of the kiss as Wilhelm's hand continues to move against him.
"Yes, just like that, love, that's so good." Jesper looks at him with hazy gray eyes full of desire and he smiles, his hand dropping from Wilhelm's hair down his back and digging nails in a little. "My pigeon. You like to watch and not talk, hm?" He groans as he lifts up into his hand and pleasure settles nicely over him. "It's okay, I'll put on a nice show for you."
It's arousing on top of everything else, the way Wilhelm is watching what he's doing and Jesper lifts his hips to push into his grip and give more of a show. Not that he has much control after Wilhelm smears his precum over his red hot head and Jesper groans, eyelashes fluttering, head tilted back slightly. That sends a shiver up him and he doesn't mind at all the slow assault on his body and need. He likes to be played with a little.
Jesper parts his lips and leans up into the kiss, his fingers digging into his hair a little tighter, encouraging Wilhelm's tongue into his mouth so he can do the plundering this time. It is all very sweet with enough of a spicy edge that he is content to be explored. Tension and lust curl into his belly and he has to draw sharp breath out of the kiss as Wilhelm's hand continues to move against him.
"Yes, just like that, love, that's so good." Jesper looks at him with hazy gray eyes full of desire and he smiles, his hand dropping from Wilhelm's hair down his back and digging nails in a little. "My pigeon. You like to watch and not talk, hm?" He groans as he lifts up into his hand and pleasure settles nicely over him. "It's okay, I'll put on a nice show for you."
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