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[itookashot]

Kell also looks fantastic like this although Jesper is too busy to tell him so, he can later on. He is flushed prettily, his unique eyes intense and caught in Jesper's own challenging gaze. He responds so freely, so eagerly, and there are very things more attractive than that. To be wanted this openly, to be lusted after as if Jesper isn't already giving him bliss, it feeds into his ego and his desire. He is unfair in how aggressively he demands Kell's attention and swallows him down greedily in order to make him helpless with need.

Once Kell's fingers slide into his hair intentionally, a firm demand on his strands, Jesper does exactly as requested. He stops the assault on Kell's cock although he keeps his mouth around the head, holding there. It makes it much easier for Kell to thrust forward if he's already inside, but otherwise, Jesper wants to feel that entire length push into him. He offered this because he lives for it. He enjoys someone making his throat raw, his voice scratchy, his eyes tear a little at the corners from the pressure.

Once he is certain Kell has a good grip and he won't fall out of his mouth, Jesper releases him and doesn't go passive outside of his lips. The slicker hand starts caressing the sensitive skin of his balls, wanting to feel them tense before he releases. His other hand slides up Kell's stomach to rub the sharp points of his nipples. Jesper doesn't go easy, he makes this an attack on every part of Kell's body so he can be lost in sensation.

[blackeyedprince]

If he had even the smallest chance to think, the tiniest fraction of a second, Kell would have been quite mortified by what he's doing. He could blame it all on alcohol. He's been drinking heavily since the beginning of this whole trip. It would have been easy.
Truth is, booze has nothing to do with it, other maybe that loosening up some of his hang-ups about going out to have sex with a complete stranger. It has nothing to do with the fact that when presented with the possibility, Kell falls into it with almost feral thirst. If he had even the slightest chance to think, he'd be terrified what it must say about him to have such needs and desires. The power and intensity of them. Insatiable hunger, a void that cannot be filled. So maybe it's for the better, than Jesper's onslaught on his body doesn't leave any room for thought.

Kell shifts himself slightly, so he has a better grip on Jesper's hair, better control of the way his hips move, and a better view. Because what a view it is. He starts slow, thrusting into the wet heat of Jesper's mouth a little deeper every time, until he's all in, the head of his cock plunging in and out of the other man's throat. Kell's already overstimulated, he almost comes the first time it happens. Only able to hold it by sheer willpower. He wants it to last, to bury his cock all the way down this luscious mouth, press against the back of Jesper's throat. It takes a few more thrusts, and Jesper's hands, those long, slender fingers tormenting his balls and nipples, for orgasm to finally hit Kell, and he comes with a long moan; eyes closed, whole body going taut like string, shooting hot into Jesper's mouth. His grip on Jesper's lightens, whole body going limp as pleasure crashes through him with blinding, maddening waves. Leaving him helpless, utterly at Jesper's mercy.

When the world comes back into focus, Kell sighs. Saints, this was good. His eyes glaze over Jesper's body with lazy content, taking in the view with obvious delight. Kell's magic swirls around them in curling waves, like a leftover electricity from a summer storm, the scent of ozone in the air.

"Beautiful," he purrs, fingers idly tracing a line down Jesper's jaw. "See what you've done? Now I want even more of you."

[itookashot]

Jesper never overthinks this, it is something he is so sure of. It is fun to get someone else who may be more anxious to let go though. That hiccup Kell had briefly is completely ignored now that he is getting the pleasure sucked out of him, which was his intent. Jesper moans very loudly at the first thrust Kell does, vibrating around him, and his noises start to get cut off by how deep Kell's going. He loves it, getting stuffed full like this, Kell using him to chase his needs. He opens his mouth and keeps his throat open and lets Kell fuck into him as roughly as he wants. There is no question by the way he touches him in between, his clever fingers moving on Kell, that this is how he likes it.

His intention was to get Kell out of his mind very fast so it loosens him up, because he is far from done with him too. It's best to knock a bloke fast with an orgasm so he is less likely to get in his head again. That is why he is so relentless on pleasing Kell until he lets go. He swallows eagerly when Kell begins shooting into his mouth and he dribbles over a little due to how deep he is but he doesn't mind. It's easy to wipe the edges as he pulls off and simply lick them off his fingers. He would lick Kell clean too if it wouldn't be over-stimulating.

Kell's purring and relaxed and Jesper's proud about that, smiling up at him and wiping his mouth. "Good, because I'm far from done with you, handsome." Jesper's hard as a rock but he is in no hurry at all, he can be remarkably patient, at least until things get really going. He climbs up Kell's flushed body, brusing is mouth over the soft skin as he goes, not even close to satisfied.

"Do you want to fuck me? Or be fucked? I'm good with either." He's also good with Kell just touching him if that's a preference, it's clear from how Jesper is that he will roll with anything. He'd be lying if he said he didn't want to get a real fuck out of this though. "Don't worry, I brought something." It's Jesper. He carries lube in one of his jacket pockets literally all of the time.

Maybe asking Kell anything he wanted before was too broad. This is more direct.

[blackeyedprince]

Kell will, inevitably, overthink all this for days. That he was too fast, too rough, too selfish. It felt too good, so it must have been bad.
Later, when he sobers up, and there is no gorgeous body close to distract him.

Now, the blissful haze still pleasantly clouds his mind, makes such thoughts impossible. The only thoughts present, are idle musings on how hot Jesper is and how nice it would be to really know some appropriate healing magic, so he could just fuck him right now.

Then Jesper crawls up his body, his lips drawing fire up Kell's skin, and even those thoughts are gone. Kell catches his lips, the first moment he can reach them, pulling Jesper into a hungry kiss. That's sort of an answer, but he is a fast learner and noticed already that Jesper likes to hear what he'd like to do to him.

"I'd very much like to fuck you." There's a noticeable pause between this bold declaration and the second part of the sentence. "Just give me a moment."

Kell wraps his arms around Jesper's waist, sliding his hands to rest comfortably on his ass. A very shapely ass, perfect for fondling.

"I see you came prepared. How conscientious."

A distraction, that is what this comment is mostly. A redirection from the uncomfortable fact that against Jesper's deliciously hard cock, his own still needs at least a minute more to match. Kell's not one of those people who can fuck all night with no breaks or rest in between. As much as he'd like to be.

[itookashot]

Jesper returns the heated kiss and laughs. "I didn't expect you to bounce back that fast, don't worry." He likes the grip on his ass and sits up a little better, reaching over to where he stashed the lube under his pillow. He has to be ready at all times. He knows what he's about. He decides to settle himself comfortably on Kell's lap, long legs straddling him now on either side.

"Here, love, open me up while you recover. That way you can slide right into me when you're ready." It definitely will make the time in-between be helpful and not the two of them simply waiting around. He never wastes time. Jesper is very casual at the moment, comfortable as he runs his hands down Kell's torso and gives him the bottle. He settles up on his knees so it will be easy for Kell to touch him. He wouldn't mind this going the obvious path of him riding Kell into oblivion, but Jesper also likes being fucked. He'll see what they feel like. For now he is full of playfulness and ease.

If and when he follows the instruction, Kell will find that Jesper is probably the easiest person to open he's ever had under his hands. He is very relaxed and the only tension he feels is the pressure from his cock for relief at some point. He enjoys sex so he naturally does whatever brings it to him quickest. He lets his eyes and hands wander over Kell's body. His fingers start playing with Kell's nipples again, a gentle rub between his thumb and forefinger.

"Look at you," he says, admiring. He wonders if Kell knows how beautiful he is. Gray eyes are very complimentary in the way they look at him alone. "I like to talk but you don't have to, Kell. Your sounds were more than enough."

[blackeyedprince]

Kell resists the urge to flip them over. A shiver of anticipation running down his spine when Jesper moves, reaching up for something outside of Kell's field of vision. Another when he - oh so casually - slips the bottle into Kell's hand. There's unhurried ease in Jesper's every movement. The way he slides his hand down Kell's chest, the way he settles on his knees right above Kell's hips, close but with enough lift that Kell can easily reach him.

Kell holds the bottle in his hand for a moment, to make its content nicely warmed up. His other hand caressing Jesper's ass, moving in a small circles closer and closer to its target. He moves his hand only to open the bottle, pour a generous amount of lube into his palm and thoroughly coat his fingers. The bottle dropped where it came from. It might yet be useful, and Kell wants to know where to look for it.
It's a delightful surprise to find almost no resistance when he slips the first finger in. Then the second. Kell takes his time, and no small amount of pleasure, working Jesper open. A thought flashes through Kell's mind, how well Jesper must take a cock, if it's so effortless to put fingers into him. The image shots heat into his veins and blood down his loins, making him harder with every push and pull of his fingers into Jesper's delightfully receptive ass.

So focused Kell is on this task, that a sudden pressure to his still sensitive nipple tears a moan from his lips. And a chuckle when he realizes that he couldn't have confirmed Jesper's word in a more eloquent way.
Lifts enough so he can reach Jesper's neck with his lips, to suck and lick the soft skin, as his fingers find that sweet spot inside Jesper. Kell breathes at the spot he abused, licks it once more before falling back on the sheets.

"I like it when you talk."

Just a little more before he can take him. Just a little more.

[itookashot]

Jesper is far from passive as Kell already knows, sighing as Kell's fingers move inside of him, rising with him after the first few times so he can enjoy the thrust a little better. He stretches beautifully but it still feels amazing and he wants more of it. He can't touch himself because he is already excited enough and the shivers going down his spine are making it more necessary. He smirks at him, his eyes going more silver when filled with lust, knowing he makes a pretty picture when he's riding fingers like this. He wants to get Kell hot again so he has something much better inside of him.

Oh the moan spilling from his lips is perfect, beautiful, and his mouth goes dry, licking his lips. "Fuck, yes." Jesper moans when Kell pushes up and starts touching him, losing some of his calm when lips suck on his skin and he gasps. He tilts his head to give Kell all the access he wants to lick him, and he groans when his fingers hit him in the exact right way.

Jesper follows Kell down onto the sheets, slamming his hands on either side of his head, now thoroughly turned on all over again. He is still spread so he can push back against Kell's hand but he passionately steals a kiss from him. He sucks on his tongue, explores every crevice of his mouth, kisses him until he can't breath and still keeps it going until he's a few seconds from seeing spots. He comes out of it only to bite Kell's bottom lip and tug on it.

"Fuck me, Kell." If he wants to hear him, he can hear him say that in a rough tone. "Pound me into this fucking mattress." That's what he wants. That's what he needs.

[blackeyedprince]

Kell is already hard halfway through the kiss. But it's the words that get to him, the tone, the demand. This never fails to get to him. The feral lust is back in full force. Kell is thin and pale. He can make an impression of frail. It cannot be further from the truth. He was - is - his brother's shield. He's strong enough to lift a man even without magic. So Jesper barely ends making his demand when he finds himself on his back with Kell crushing him into the mattress. His fingers gone, but then strong hands lift Jesper's hips up to push a pillow under him, spread his legs, opening him wide for Kell to pillage.

"I am going to fuck you," Kell growls just as he thrusts into Jesper the first time, his fingers wrapping around the other man's cock. "I'm a going to fuck you so hard, that you will beg me to fuck you more. And then I will fuck you even harder." Each threat? promise? is followed by another thrust. It's obscene, completely filthy so say such words. To say them in such a tone. But it feels so good to say them that he can't, doesn't want to stop.

[itookashot]

Jesper has had so many kinds of sex in his life and he loves them all, but there are some times when he really needs this. He is always the confident one, suave and sensual, but Saints he likes to get railed within an inch of his life. He moves with Kell without hesitation, scrambling to lift his hips up where Kell demands them, spreading his legs eagerly. He had a feeling he had this underneath his uncertainty, Jesper has a knack for seeing through the exterior. And he hungered for it from the first moment their eyes met.

"Yes!" Jesper groans as Kell slams into him with no slow build or hesitation, an instant rush of sensation just on the right side of painful. His very long legs try to wrap around Kell or at least hook into him, wanting nothing more than to encourage him to keep going. Every time he pushes into him, Jesper says yes again, in increasingly desperate tones. "Don't let me come. Fuck me until you want me to come." Too many strokes on his cock is going to make it happen too soon and as much as Jesper loves the pleasure, he likes the build up even more. This kind of pain is up his alley.

"Please, Kell, please I can take it harder, baby, I need it." He's never failed to beg when given the option, and he loves it when someone gives him a good reason.

[blackeyedprince]

Kell had no idea he had it in him. Such primal, animalistic ferocity. He'd most likely balk at anyone suggesting it to him. He might even feel a bit offended. He likes to think of himself as a careful and attentive lover. Likes to think he is not selfish, that he cares as much for his partner's pleasure as he does for his own. Quite often, much more for the other person than his own.

But Jesper's desperate cries and pleas, bring something entirely different in him. A part that likes control, likes causing pain - if only a little to spice up the pleasure. A part that feeds off the desperation of those pleas, only to deny them and make Jesper beg for more. A good thing then, he's too lost in the moment to fully comprehend, and be shocked by it, how much of a turn on all of that is for him.

"I have no intention of letting you come without my permission."

Kell's voice is a low murmur against Jesper's ear, thick and dark like molasses. He sucks the very tip of Jesper's earlobe, ending it with a small bite. Barely grazing it with his teeth. His fingers squeezing the base of Jesper's cock just a tiny bit tighter. If only to prove his point.

He doesn't slow down, not even for a heartbeat, with Jesper's legs wrapped around him the angle makes it all the easier to bury himself ever deeper. Kell has enough stamina in his well-trained body to keep it going at this frantic pace until Jesper has no strength left to even beg him to let him come. He hasn't decided yet if he wants to use it all. The image of Jesper, breathless and exhausted because he had fucked him so hard that he's unable to move, is very tempting.

[itookashot]

Jesper has a skill for bringing out sides in people they don't expect. It is usually because he is very open and game for anything, allowing people to go with their instincts because they know it's safe. It doesn't surprise him that Kell is off the leash like this, just the same as he knows how much he lusts for it. They're in a fucked up situation, stuck on this ship, trapped as the negotiations go on, and this is a way to let go of all of it. They have a lot of steam to blow off. He craves being out of his mind here. The idea of him being so exhausted after a thorough fucking that he can only lie there is very appealing. He's had a bad few months.

"Fuck, you're hot." He says with a long moan after Kell speaks into his ear like that. Unbelievably hot. He picked the right person to pick up tonight. Jesper whimpers at the squeeze on his red and painfully hard cock, dragging his hands up over Kell's shoulders. He digs his nails in hard against his back, scratching as Kell keeps his rough thrusts going. His feet dangle past Kell's hips to touch his thighs and pulls, encouraging with all of him for his lover to keep going.

One of his hands moves from Kell's back to dive into his bright hair, digging into those strands instead as he drags him down for another heated kiss. It's almost feral as he rocks down into Kell, his body begging, body flushed, sweating. He has to gasp out of the kiss as he angles his body just right and Kell slams right into his prostate with sharp speed.

"Fuck, fuck, Kell, please, right there, shit I'm going to die, that's so good." Jesper really goes off the wire then, dropping his head back on the bed, his face slack with pleasure, arching up into him. His hand tugs on Kell's hair as he wriggles and whimpers. "Saints, I want you to come in me, please, Kell, harder, make me scream."

[blackeyedprince]

Jesper has already managed to quiet Kell's incessantly overactive mind with his talented mouth. Freed him from the usual negativity spiral it so easily falls into. So it's only right to return the favour. Especially when doing it feels so good. Each drag of Jesper's nail against his back leaves Kell's skin burning, itching, yearning for more. It has no right to feel this good. He has no right to enjoy this pain, light as it is, so much. Kell hates pain, does a lot to avoid it. And yet now each scratch of Jesper's nails shoots searing heat right into his already painfully hard cock.

The compliment burns through his nerves like a lightning strike. Kell never knows what to do with compliments. They tend to bring his brain to a screeching halt, half-wanting for them to be true, half-terrified they are not. And even if genuine, then not deserved.

So it's for the better he doesn't have a thought to spare now, his all focus firmly fixed on pounding Jesper into the mattress. And how good it feels to fuck him so hard. This is new territory and Kell finds himself utterly delighted in finding new ways to make Jesper squirm, moan and beg. It's unreal how much pleasure he draws from all the little twitches and noises his lover makes.

Then Jesper shifts and Kell immediately notices, from the way Jesper's whole body arches towards him, head falling back, the words rolling off his lips, that they have finally found their perfect alignment. Before he was only grazing the other man's prostate with his powerful thrusts, now he's hitting directly into it.

Instead of speeding up, Kell slows down, pulls out further, making his every movement more deliberate. He thrust into Jesper with the same unrelenting force, but now gives him space between each hit. A time to recover from the onslaught, if only a little bit. If only so it can build some anticipation for the next hit that inevitably comes after that too short a break. So he can fully experience the raw power of it, and so they won't all meld into one continuous sensation that Jesper could have too easily get used to.

Kell leans down, careful not to disturb their perfect position, to claim Jesper's mouth in a kiss so violent it risks leaving Jesper's lips swollen and bruised. Breaking only when he's sure he'd get him breathless and gasping for air.

"Do you now?" he purrs into Jesper's ear. "Maybe I will. Maybe I won't. You have to be more convincing."

Kell drags his thumb in a small circle on the base of Jesper's cock, not changing his grip in the slightest. A cruel torment considering how far his lover is gone in his need for release.

"You might need to describe to me in more detail how you want me to spill into to you, to fill you up. Tell me how you want nothing more than be an eager vessel for my come. Beg for it, Jesper. And if you do it right, I may just fuck you so hard you'll pass out from the force of the orgasm I am going to give you."

He will still fuck him even if Jesper doesn't ask, but it's just too much fun not to threaten him. Not to dangle the possibility he just might leave him overheated and unsatisfied in front of him. They both know he won't do it. But it's still fun.

Any other time, Kell would have been completely frozen with terror at the mere thought that such a torrent of filth can come out of his mouth. Now, it's the only thing on his mind. It feels downright ecstatic to say all this and watch, feel, Jesper's reaction to it. To draw moans, pleas and screams from his perfect lips, overwhelm him with pleasure and don't stop until he's completely unravelled.

[itookashot]

Jesper is never restrained in sex, he is loud and he doesn't care. He can be quiet when he needs to be, typically if he convinces someone to try public sex, but when there's no need, he lets it all loose. There is nothing better for his ears than groans and pleas, so he would never hold back the same from his lovers. If they're doing the work, they deserve the complementary sounds.

Jesper is really wound up as Kell hits him in a perfect way and his heart is pounding so hard in his chest he swears it is echoing in the room. He cries out when Kell slows down but thrusts more deliberately, the space in between each one making every cell in his body feel like it's on fire. The sensation is so intense that he is breathing raggedly and whimpering, clinging to Kell. Rarely does anyone give it to him this way and he is so desperate for it, for how he's practically lifting Jesper off the bed with every thrust since he's wrapped his limbs around him. He craves the lack of control.

He meets the kiss just as violently and wild, his nails digging into Kell's back hard enough to definitely leave marks now. The skin is flushed and he is only a little more pressure away from drawing blood. Jesper drops back when they both have to struggle to breathe and he arches up into Kell's mouth when he speaks to him again.

"Please, fuck." He shivers when Kell's finger touches his tip, he is deeply over-stimulated with no ability to actually come, at least not the way he wants to. It is clear how into this he is, so if it's new to Kell, he is doing an incredible job. His eyes are silver when they open and he stares up at him, looking deeply debauched.

Jesper loves to talk so giving him a focus is delightful. He grins up at him, his body screaming at him. It feels insanely good. "Fill me, use me, I'm only a hole for you to fuck, Kell. Please, I'm begging you, I want to feel you for days, I want to hold you in me until you can't move or think." He is tied so tightly around him it would be easy to pull him in as deep as possible and hold him there. It's all he wants. He sounds ragged and needy and happy most of all. Happy, delighted, turned on.

"Hold me down so I can't do anything but take it, please, darling, please, fuck me, let me come." Jesper wiggles on him and bites his own lip as he watches him. "I want you to fuck me again, I want you in me all night. I want to ache from you." One time is never enough for him.

[blackeyedprince]

Kell thought Jesper is very handsome the moment he saw him in the banquet hall. But that's a clear understatement. He considers many Summoned handsome. Many indeed are. You'd have to look far to find someone who is not good-looking.

But few are 'I want to know how his lips taste' kind of handsome like Jesper is. Dark skin, bright eyes. Beautiful. Totally Kell's type. No wonder he was so eager to be seduced by him.
Still, it is far from enough to faithfully depict how Jesper looks now, when Kell is fucking him so hard he half-worries he might break his beautiful lover in two. Jesper glows. There's no other way to describe it.

Kell has rarely seen anyone so obviously, shamelessly, enjoying not being pleasured and worshipped, but degraded, used and denied satisfaction. And he loves every single part of what he sees. Jesper's answers not only with word, but with his whole body. His every plea leaving Kell breathless, his mind blank, only desire raging through his veins like an unstoppable firestorm. His own response is a wordless more. He wants more of this gorgeous man writhing under him. He wants to fuck him into oblivion, break him and then build him back again.

Kell leans down for another kiss. Not vicious and brutal like before, but slow and delicate.

"That was very pretty," he murmurs against Jesper's lips. "I will grant you your wish, and since I am feeling extra generous, I will even let you come as I do it."

Kell does not wait for an answer, but lets himself finally flood Jesper with his release; a long moan ripping from his lips as he comes. The pleasure of it almost knocking him off. He loosens his grip on Jesper's cock, dragging his fingers up, stroking its whole length from the base to the head in long, sensuous motions, paying special attention to its most sensitive parts.

He wants Jesper to come while he's still shooting into him, filling him up. His own orgasm rocking his body in spasms. It's so unbearably hot that he wonders if he won't end getting hard again right after they finish. No matter how dizzy and overwhelmed it all makes him feel.
Craves to do exactly what Jesper's begged him for, to fuck him the whole night. Don't stop until they're both too exhausted to even lift a finger.

And then do it again.

[itookashot]

Wylan described Jesper as 'exuding pleasure' in his first estimation of him, when he couldn't help but lust after him at first sight too. Someone completely confident and at home in himself, always seeking a good time, looking for pleasure, looking for fun and connection and adventure. He draws people to him, finds what they want, and gives it to them. Kell is no exception although like everyone else, he is giving back just as much. No one-sided mindblowing sex here, Jesper is very happy with the results of his seduction.

His body can take a whole lot of punishment, he is a very strong and healthy young man, used to pain and adrenaline, and he is very difficult to break. So Kell ripping through him only satiates a need, to feel something above and beyond the norm. Jesper already feels helpless at times in his situation, in Cadens, even here, where they had no choice. When he's choosing to be helpless and let someone completely command his body and orgasm, it's a relief. Relief is all he feels as Kell kisses him and then gives them both release.

"Thank you, Kell." Jesper murmurs it passively in that moment, letting him rile them both up and end it. He is grateful for permission and he wants him to know that, and know they are both enjoying this sexual power play in the same way. Jesper leaves scratch marks on Kell's back that will linger and sting, hopefully in an appealing way. They're not going to be the only ones he leaves by the end of this. Teeth will at some point play a part. For now he holds on as tightly as he can and then cries out loudly, all his tension going out of him in a single moment as he comes.

Kell filling him makes it even better although he covers them both in his, his eyes closed tightly as everything is bright white and then dark. Jesper remembers to breathe and he thinks he could have easily passed out from that, he's just awake enough to enjoy the feeling of both pleasure and pain rushing through his veins. He strokes his fingers gentler now through Kell's hair.

"Mmm, stay in me." He mumbles it, really blissed out, but he wants that clear at least. Jesper keeps his legs around him although they're looser, not quite the chokehold as before. He likes to keep his lovers in, he enjoys feeling them soften but stay stuffed.

Jesper finally opens his eyes to gaze up at his new lover and he smiles, leaning up to capture his lips in a lingering kiss, although it can't last as he's still getting his breath back. "You acting all shy and hesitant and then giving me that, damn, Kell." Jesper laughs.

[blackeyedprince]

It is a dastardly difficult task to have an existential crisis about your own sexual preferences when you're balls-deep in another man's ass. A gorgeous man, who has just very fondly asked you to stay there after you have fucked him black and blue, and made you both nearly pass out from the explosive orgasm of your making.

There are many things that can be said about Kell, but never that he lacks imagination or talent. He's fully capable of having an existential crisis while still reeling from the wave of pleasure that had washed over him, leaving him panting and exhausted. Exhausted in the most pleasant of ways.

Only completely blissed out of his mind, Kell is able to enjoy himself freely. Jesper asking him to stay in him makes him melt. He doesn't need much convincing, or rather none at all. It feels too good to be buried deep in him, feels grounding. A reminder that what they did really happened.

A reminder of what he, no, what they did. It is exactly that reminder that makes Kell's mind instantly go into overdrive from his sex-induced slumber. What, by the love of all saints, was he thinking? To be perfectly honest, he wasn't exactly thinking.
It's very difficult to hold to a belief that what he's done must be unforgivable if the person he did it to radiates only bliss and happiness and thanks you for it. Then asks you to please keep your cock in him.
Kell just cannot piece together that image, the feelings he himself has, with his own opinions on sex, pain, pleasure, coercion and violence.
He never thought there can be pleasure in pain. Both in giving and in receiving. But now? Whenever he moves, he can feel the sting of the long scratches that Jesper's nails left on his back exposed to the open air. It's a minuscule amount of displeasure, but he gets turned on even only thinking about them.

He falls into kiss eagerly, with a quiet desperation of someone who needs more ammunition against his own doubts. It's sweet and wonderful, and over too soon because they're both haven't fully recovered their breath yet, and then Jesper laughs. Kell resists the urge to look away, to apologize for all those things he did to him. Suddenly feeling ashamed of his actions. But Jesper thanked him, he told him he wanted it, he told him it was hot, begged him to do it. So there can be no doubt he enjoyed it. No matter how Kell's demons try to convince him otherwise.

"I..." he starts, breaks, then makes himself continue. "I don't know what got into me. I've never been like this with anyone else." But Jesper has unique a talent to bring to light his most hidden side. One that Kell never knew existed. Though he expected as much. There were signs. He just ignored them. "But you seemed to like it so I went with it."

He leans in to bury his face in the crook of Jesper's neck, lips to skin, feeling Jesper's pulse, still far from slowing down. He shifts, moving his hands down Jesper's body to to grab his ass.

"I most certainly loved it" Kell breathes into his lover's neck while he fondles his ass, pushing his now not entirely limp cock just a little deeper. "And I want more of it. Even if I understand nothing of it."

[itookashot]

Jesper typically is fully aware of all his sexual interests and needs and when he does something he isn't used to or new to, it's exciting and interesting rather than concerning. He probably has some hard lines somewhere but he has yet to find them, he just gives himself the freedom to know when he wants to say a hard no and rolls with a yes for the rest of his life.

He's fascinated by the fact that Kell is still inside of him, his nail marks all over his back, as intimate as two people can get, and Kell's doing his shy thing again. Jesper's expression is curious as he listens to him try to explain and it clicks. He lets Kell bury his face and turns his head to nuzzle at his hair, smiling.

"Oh I see, I just gave you a sexual awakening, that's my favorite." Hey it is absolutely a high compliment! Jesper likes being so sexually adventurous and appealing that people just learn new things about themselves in the process of being with him. The problem is only if it draws something out they don't like, but that is clearly not the case here. He is genuinely delighted as he laughs but then gasps when Kell grips his ass and pushes a little deeper. He's oversensitive so it stings but he is not against it at all.

"Mmmm, well I can help explain, darling." Jesper wriggles under him on purpose to test out if he can take more, brushing his fingers in Kell's sweaty bright hair. "You're up in your head too much and you have a lot of internal struggles with your anxieties and insecurities, and what this basically does is ball up all of those things into the type of tension that you can fuck out of you with a partner who happens to like it rough and wild and enjoys taking all that you have to purge. It's pure sensation, no thought."

Jesper is a fun guy, but he's also very smart, mostly about people. He did get into a very prestigious academy and probably could have become anything he wanted, but that wasn't his way. Still, he lifts Kell's head so he has to look at him, cupping his face far more gently than the rest of their sex has been. "And I'm an arrogant and dominant person who sometimes likes to have that all stripped away and fucked out of me so I remember I'm also just a person who has needs that don't include being what someone else wants of me."

Jesper grins at him and kisses him, biting his lip sharply. "Sound reasonable to you?"

[blackeyedprince]

Kell would think it is rather embarrassing, and annoying, for someone to figure him out so fast and effortlessly. He doesn't. He's actually relieved. It feels good to hear this whole thing is fine. It's something exists, not him being weird again. That Jesper recognizes it, turns out to be quite knowledgeable about it, and seems to be quite fond of it. Kell prefers to have words for things. It makes them less confusing. So he can stop trying to dissect the living daylight out of them, and start actually enjoying.

Arrogant and dominant. Oh, he can totally see it. Even before Jesper kisses him, the sting of it bringing the heat right back. It is utterly thrilling to break someone like Jesper, to reduce him to a breathless, shivering mess, begging to be fucked until he passes out. It is even more thrilling to know Jesper wants Kell to break him. Not only thrilling, irresistible.

Kell licks the one drop of blood that forms on his lip after Jesper bites him. Saints, that's hot. The metallic taste of it makes him shiver. He kisses back, forcing his tongue into Jesper's mouth. No care, just lust and hunger. Breaks as fast as he started it. It wasn't meant to feel nice, just to show that Kell can take him whenever he likes it.

"Very reasonable," he agrees, a wicked smile dancing on his lips.

He pushes Jesper's legs, still wrapped around him, away, then pulls out. His all body screaming to stay there, to just fuck Jesper again. He'll be hard enough to do it soon. Still, he pulls out. It would have been too predictable, boring, and Kell hates boring in sex more than anything. He'd rather keep things uncertain. Make Jesper wonder. Is he going to fuck him, or is he just going to bring him to the very edge, and then leave there? He might. If only to watch Jesper squirm. And then he'd fuck him, but only when they both can't hold it back any more.

Kell lifts himself on his knees and elbows, so he's hovering over Jesper, leaving only a memory of touch, heat radiating off their bodies.

"And what exactly are those needs?"

He would love a good suggestion on what can he torment Jesper with. He has enough of his own ideas for torture - surprisingly many - but it's so much more enjoyable when it's a pain the other person wants.

Action - Will Be NSFW

[a_better_man]

[OOC: Continued from here.]

"Who's hotel is closer, yours or mine?"

It's a lot harder to just find a place that's private and secluded in a strange city. Back home in Emunds Field there were barns and the woods and caves. In the castle there were all manner of little rooms that were ignored. Here...Mat isn't sure where they could manage it.

But he's in full agreement. They need to get somewhere behind a closed door, and as quickly as possible. He feels like his heart's a drum inside of him, thrumming and thudding in his ears. Everything feels just a bit funny, in a good way, and he just wants to be alone with Jesper. Where they won't be interrupted and they can just be together in the throes of love.

There will be time later to chide himself and argue back and forth in his mind over how stupid he's likely being. Why can't he just enjoy it for a bit? Why can't this be for him? Light knows he's watched his fellows fall in love and have their hearts made whole. For a time, at least. But he supposes that's a lesson to hold to - it doesn't really matter where you were or what dangers you knew about. Tragedy could strike at any moment. Maybe that's the point. The risk and the reward and all of that.

Maybe it's just his turn. Maybe for some people, love is just a rare thing, not easily earned or given. Or it just takes the right person. Who the fuck knows? He's never liked contemplating these things, it gives him a headache. But he knows it makes him feel a certain way to hear Jesper say 'I love you' like that, no flirtation and all honest emotion.

Almost makes him feel worthy of it.

[itookashot]

"Yours."

Jesper got here first and the very first thing he did was scope out the area so he knew where everything of importance was. Their separate inns were high on that list, and also how to get in and out of them. Not only for the two of them, but he likes to know all exit options when he stays somewhere. He already has a pretty good lay of the land, his mind creating an internal map as he walks around. Except he got distracted by Mat and now he's going to continue to be.

Jesper takes his hand and tugs him in the direction of said inn, threading their fingers together. They can explore Luna together later. After an emotional outburst like this, Jesper needs to get his hands on Mat's skin, he needs to strip him bare like his heart was. He doesn't make them run although it would be funny, but they are definitely not going slow and taking their time.

It takes all his patience and strength to keep himself from being far more inappropriate once they get into the inn because they still need to get to his room. While Jesper would usually be tempted to press him up against places and tease them both, right then, that is not what he wants. He doesn't want wild passion and abandon, he wants something more intimate. They should get to be happy. He thinks about how he and Mat held each other after the nightmares, how they found what meager comfort they could with one another, and how it all brought them here.

As soon as they are inside his room Jesper cups Mat's face again and kisses him with slow and sweet purpose. He got a glimpse of one of the beds, not really caring which one is Mat's, because they need to be on one now. He walks him toward it but not with too much speed, like he plans on enjoying every part of this. Like he plans to make love to Mat, in ways he's subtly done for a long time, and now no longer has to pretend otherwise.

[a_better_man]

As the door closes behind them, Mat loops a sash over the outside door handle. Just in case. Jon's a rather monkish fellow, he'd hate to scandalize his holiday roommate. He does so with a grin, wide and sunny and brightening his eyes. His mouth smiles often, his eyes not as much.

"Mmm, wait wait wait."

Loathe as Mat is to pull away, there'll be hell to pay if he wrinkles or dirties his cloak. Even if it happened while distracted by that force known as love.

"The Lady Yennefer will have my hide if I don't take proper care with my good cloak." He slips it off with a quick kiss to Jesper's lips and hangs it on the hook. "Much as I'd like to lie with you in a bed of furs."

Another time. Right now, it really doesn't matter. He just wants to hold onto this feeling, this giddy thing that's wrapped them both. And express it in the most ancient and intimate way possible.

As soon as that's dealt with, Mat's hopping onto the bed and kicking off his boots.

[itookashot]

Jesper whines when he says wait but it's mostly playful, he lets Mat do whatever he needs with the door and cloak. He shrugs out of his own signature coat and hangs it with Mat's, not that it ever really has to worry about wrinkling with a Durast's hand. It looks sweet to see them together like that, but maybe he's being overly sentimental, still imagining a life they could have together, someday.

He is already stepping out of his own boots at the door so that by the time he gets to the bed he's hopping a little and laughing, falling onto it next to Mat. He's always wearing layers but especially here, a long sleeved crisp white shirt under a brightly colored vest; Jesper is a snappy dresser for all seasons. Although he wouldn't mind getting rid of every piece of clothing he owns in exchange for extra time in bed with Mat. They have days together during this trip, even if it means they'll have to sneak around. It'll be worth it.

Naturally Jesper has lube with him because he is who he is, and he has an infinite amount of secret pockets to all his clothes. This one is in his vest instead of his jacket at least, and he drops it to the side for when they want it later. Being prepared comes with the territory, although they'll still have to negotiate the who, considering the two of them are perfect switches and gloriously well-suited in that way.

He slides his fingers into Mat's hair and tugs it lightly to tilt his head back, leaning forward to brush his mouth along his exposed throat. "Any preference, love?" Jesper murmurs into his skin, licking a piece of it, his lips gentle.

[itookashot]

Kell is not the first person he's had sex with in this way that was still learning about themselves and a little surprised by their need for power and aggression. That is why he has the words for it, and sometimes Jesper himself feels that exact way. He gets into moods where he wants to hold someone down and fuck them until they're only capable of screaming his name. He switches back and forth depending on who he is with, and it was easy to mirror Kell's sudden desires when he recognizes them so clearly.

His helpful explanation seems to go over well and he's genuinely glad that he could help clear it up for Kell. It can be a little intimidating to learn you desire something that ordinarily wouldn't occur to you, and then try to make sense of that in line with the rest of your personality. That is why sex in his mind is always supposed to be free. No need to feel shame, it is primal and physical and beautiful, even when it's ugly.

Kell's seemed to really settle now into it and Jesper's pleased to get such a hungry - if brief - kiss out of him, but he whines when Kell pulls out of him. Although his legs immediately move when Kell wants them to so he can, he would never force it, but he is going to prettily pout about it anyway. Jesper is being obedient too, since he could try to lean up into Kell's body to persuade him, he could try to drag him down, but he is being a good boy and letting Kell do as he wants.

He licks his own lips, stretching his long lanky body underneath Kell, kittenish and comfortable, being languid and appealing on purpose. Look at all his beautiful skin and tattoos and muscles, don't you want to touch it? But he smirks up.

"I need you to use me, pick what you enjoy the most, force me into that position, and just make me take it." Jesper lifts a hand to brush his thumb against the just bitten lip, plump and stinging. Since this is new to Kell, Jesper thinks it's best to set down some respectful ground rules. Communication is key.

"Restraining me is a hard yes, spanking is welcome, dirty talk is a favorite, you can be as rough as you like. My safe word is Fjerda, meaning if I say it I need you to stop. If you aren't sure at any point you can make it part of our play and ask if I want it that way." So he doesn't have to worry about pulling out of the sexiness, but still get confirmation when he needs it.

[a_better_man]

"You know I never do." Fucked or fucking, it feels good either way. Mat's never really cared, it's rare he's in a particular mood for one or the other. He just wants to be in bed with Jesper, any way, all of the ways, it doesn't matter.

He groans approvingly at the feel of lips on his neck, already tugging his billowing shirt out of his trousers. Thornean clothes, thankfully, are relatively easy to get out of. No buttons or complicated ties, easy to slip on...and off. And he's in quite a hurry to get them off. There's no desire to rush through this, he's just very eager to feel skin against skin.

Not that he needs any stimulation to be ready, he's already hard against the fabric of his trousers. Jesper just does that to him. Hardly anything and he's good to go, aroused and eager.

"Could always take turns."

[blackeyedprince]

Power is a strange thing. Kell's life situation has been complicated enough that he both had it and hadn't. Had almost infinite power of an Antari to do with his magic whatever he wanted. Had no say about the way his life went, all decisions already made for him by people who had use for him, but not enough interest in what he thinks about all this. He was allowed opinions on things of little importance, but barred from having ones on anything that mattered. No wonder it left him confused about his own wants and needs. No wonder aggression feels only justified in very few, very specific situations. And it feels deeply wrong whenever he wants to use force for pleasure.

So it feels all the more revelatory when Jesper so calmly presents him with a completely different perspective. One that's bound only by their mutual agreement of what's acceptable and what's not. With no judgement, no condemnation of the less than savoury urges, as long as they are enthusiastically accepted by the other party. And clearly they are. It's obvious from the way Jesper whines and pouts when Kell pulls out of him, stretching underneath with clear intent to goad him right back in. So effective, he almost falls for it.

"So desperate you are for my cock" he growls.

I need you to use me, those few words leave Kell breathless, so overrun with desire that he almost falters and fucks him on the spot. It's Jesper's thumb brushing his bloody lip that lets Kell focus and refrain from ravaging him right away. It would have been such a waste. There's so much more fun to have later if he's able to hold back now.

That Jesper frames what they are doing as play suddenly causes everything to make sense. It's not that Kell is a callous person that likes making other people suffer. It's a game they play because they both like it. He can pretend to be filthy, cruel and demeaning, only because Jesper enjoys when he does it to him. It says nothing about Kell's character. It's ... freeing.

And each thing Jesper lists sends lightning shooting right into Kell's groin, leaving him fully hard by the time the other man ends speaking. He wants Jesper bound, completely at his mercy, so he can tease him, savour and feast on his body, bring him to the very edge of orgasm and only give it to him when he's an incoherent mess begging Kell to just fuck him already. And he would, he would fuck him so hard he'd have Jesper screaming his name in both orgasm and anguish. So good, it's down right painful.

With that perspective, maybe then it's not such an odd thing that Kell can completely see their roles reversed. He realizes that there can be a time when he'd like to be the one getting tied to a bed, driven crazy and fucked senseless by Jesper. Not now. Definitely not now, but it remains an enticing possibility.

Speaking of possibilities...

"How about magic?" Kell asks, his tone entirely serious.

His magic is as inseparable part of him as his fingers or mouth is. As much part of his body as his cock is. Kell had to tone down his casual magic use once he realized he's making not a small number of people uncomfortable by making it look as if it took him no effort at all. As if it was nothing. Truth is, to him, small things are really no effort. They need no recitation of spells, not even much conscious thought in most cases. They're as natural to him as breathing. Kell would like nothing more than be free with it, but mixing sex and magic requires the level of trust that must be overtly stated. That's why he needs to ask. That's why he'd fully accept a no... even he'd love to hear a yes. And he will at least attempt to be convincing. To maybe build up to why letting him use magic is a good idea. Jesper already trusts him with his body, already submitting to whatever wicked whims - within reason - Kell can come up with. He stated it very clearly. So maybe magic is not out of question...

"I would very much enjoy tying you up, and I'm sure we can get creative with what's already in this room, but it would be a lot less cumbersome if I could just do this."

With this warning, a long stretch of fabric slithers up Jesper's inner thigh, then down the back of his knee, to finally wrap around his ankle and hold it firmly in place.

"And there are other things I can do to you with it too."

Kell shifts his weight to his left arm, freeing his right just in time to spit out on his hand a smooth ice ball he's just made. Its size perfectly matching the girth of his cock. Watches Jesper's reaction intently as he rolls the freezing-cold thing down his throat, slides it between his collarbones, down his chest to tease a nipple with it until it hardens. Then lower still to his stomach and abdomen, raising goosebumps on his perfect skin.
He drags the piece of ice all the way down Jesper's shaft, rubs it against his balls, teases it against the tight ring of muscles of his entrance. Jesper is already comfortably stretched from their last round, so the ice ball easily slips in halfway. Kell pulls it out, then pushes it in a few more times. Each one a tad deeper than the previous. As if he wasn't just fucking Jesper with an ice ball, but merely testing if it will fit. At last, he drops to devour Jesper's lips in a kiss that's bound to leave them both bruised and breathless, and shoves the ice ball deep inside him, pulling his fingers out as soon as he has the thing in place, resting securely against Jesper's prostate. It's already obscene enough that he made the ice ball entirely out of his own saliva, but it's even more that he also made it saltier than it would have normally been. So it will sting a little while it finally melts. Not much. Just enough for Jesper to notice it's there, even as it slowly disappears.

"Would something like that be acceptable?"