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The layers are amusing rather than annoying because of how much they just want to get out of them so they can feel that familiar but lovely bare skin. Jesper helps him get off his shirt and does his own, and then he pushes Mat back onto the bed, sliding on top of him eagerly. That seems to answer at least one question for himself. Jesper kisses him slowly then, rocking their hips together, hard against the fabric.
"I think I want to do something truly dramatic and clichely romantic." Jesper nuzzles his nose and kisses down his throat, lavishing both sides of his neck with licks and tiny sucks. He has thoroughly put his mouth on every part of Mat's body by now but he still likes to do it as much as possible. It's tasty, it's not his fault. He runs his tongue all the way from Mat's belly button down to the seam of his pants.
He moves back so he can undo said pants and pull them off, gray eyes gazing up to look at Mat's long lanky body while he does. "I want to make love to you. I want for every moment I'm touching you, I'm fucking you, for you to remember how I feel about you."
"I think I want to do something truly dramatic and clichely romantic." Jesper nuzzles his nose and kisses down his throat, lavishing both sides of his neck with licks and tiny sucks. He has thoroughly put his mouth on every part of Mat's body by now but he still likes to do it as much as possible. It's tasty, it's not his fault. He runs his tongue all the way from Mat's belly button down to the seam of his pants.
He moves back so he can undo said pants and pull them off, gray eyes gazing up to look at Mat's long lanky body while he does. "I want to make love to you. I want for every moment I'm touching you, I'm fucking you, for you to remember how I feel about you."
Mat laughs, tossing his tangled mop of curls as he props himself up on his elbows to look down at Jesper, fully enjoying all the attention.
"How's that any different than what we normally do?"
Fucking, making love...the latter's just a more polite way of saying the former as far as he's concerned. He always knows how Jesper feels about him, they're neither of them subtle or shy about it exactly. Maybe in saying the words, at least for him, but not in expressing it when they're together.
But maybe Jesper can enlighten him. Clearly he has something specific in mind.
"How's that any different than what we normally do?"
Fucking, making love...the latter's just a more polite way of saying the former as far as he's concerned. He always knows how Jesper feels about him, they're neither of them subtle or shy about it exactly. Maybe in saying the words, at least for him, but not in expressing it when they're together.
But maybe Jesper can enlighten him. Clearly he has something specific in mind.
He cheekily looks up at Mat and shrugs a shoulder. "I don't know, but I think I've got an idea." The truth is that Jesper's never really approached it this way either. Maybe this is the first time he's gone into sex wanting to make it all romantic and emotional, rather than fun and physical. Or all of the above, everything it can be.
Jesper is more than happy to play a little first though and he kicks out of his own clothes so they're not in the way. He settles down between Mat's legs comfortably, like he belongs there and he very well thinks he does sometimes. He runs his fingers along Mat's leg before hiking it up on his shoulder. He peppers kisses along the length of his cock and lathers his balls with his tongue to tease. He opens the lube bottle and wets up both hands, he doesn't have to look to do it, it all moves the way he wants like any liquid.
Jesper wraps his hand around the base and strokes him very slowly, right up to the tip for not stimulating it yet.
Jesper is more than happy to play a little first though and he kicks out of his own clothes so they're not in the way. He settles down between Mat's legs comfortably, like he belongs there and he very well thinks he does sometimes. He runs his fingers along Mat's leg before hiking it up on his shoulder. He peppers kisses along the length of his cock and lathers his balls with his tongue to tease. He opens the lube bottle and wets up both hands, he doesn't have to look to do it, it all moves the way he wants like any liquid.
Jesper wraps his hand around the base and strokes him very slowly, right up to the tip for not stimulating it yet.
Jesper is glad that the 'play' part really seemed to click well in Kell's head, and he is clearly relaxing, settling into this new situation with less fear and hesitance. He doesn't mind coaxing people into this place if they want it, but it is definitely more fun when both of them are fully on the same page. He can see the change come over Kell too, see when he realizes that this can be fun and he doesn't have to question or doubt himself. He already thought Kell was sexy and gorgeous, but seeing him relax into his wants and get excited about the possibilities is deeply arousing.
By the time his list of yeses gets Kell hard, Jesper himself is already back too. They're both young, it's not difficult, but they're also excited about being in this situation of equals exploring together. "I am desperate for your cock, Kell." Jesper leans his head up and slowly licks Kell's lips. "I'm not good enough to get it yet, but you can make me suffer until I am, baby." See, it's all a fun game. The gleam in Kell's eye is mirrored in his own.
The question about magic only has his eyebrow raise. Jesper's used his own abilities during sex before, most of the time just to strip people of their clothes easier. Jesper is very relaxed, clearly trusting despite the fact they've only shared this, but he's a good judge of character. He's also never concerned for his safety, he can take care of himself.
Besides, he likes being restrained by someone else, so Kell just going for it is appealing. He purposely wriggles against the leg restraints for fun. "I don't mind at all," he purrs, proving so by using his own abilities seconds later. Jesper grips the sheet and magically it shimmers into what looks like liquid, crawling up his skin and wrapping around his wrists like vines. A moment later it snaps back into the same fabric but now it's tied his wrists to the bed, attached fully now like it has always been there. See, he's completely fine with it, Kell. He's even being helpful to expedite it.
Jesper hasn't had sex with a whole lot of magical people yet, but he's already deeply intrigued by what Kell is promising him. He is hard, gray eyes back to their bright silver in the middle of lust, watching him. He watches Kell make the ice ball and licks his own lips in anticipation of how it will feel on his skin, moments later the cold touch of it making him moan. He wriggles for real underneath the double restraints and arches his back up when it touches his nipple and goes lower.
"Fuck, yes," he murmurs as Kell brings it all the way down. This is absolutely a new experience, and those are always desperately exciting. He's never been with someone who could do this. Ice cubes may have happened, but a ball of ice thrust inside of him, completely unique. Jesper's eyes shut in pleasure as Kell starts to fuck him with it, his inner heat melting it piece by piece, but it's so good. By the time it touches his prostate he's more than wriggling, he's writhing, bucking up into Kell.
By the time he kisses him Jesper is starving again. "Put me on my hands and knees like a dog." The restraints he made are easy to unravel and redo, unless Kell just wants to hold him down. "Please, if you like it, my body is yours."
By the time his list of yeses gets Kell hard, Jesper himself is already back too. They're both young, it's not difficult, but they're also excited about being in this situation of equals exploring together. "I am desperate for your cock, Kell." Jesper leans his head up and slowly licks Kell's lips. "I'm not good enough to get it yet, but you can make me suffer until I am, baby." See, it's all a fun game. The gleam in Kell's eye is mirrored in his own.
The question about magic only has his eyebrow raise. Jesper's used his own abilities during sex before, most of the time just to strip people of their clothes easier. Jesper is very relaxed, clearly trusting despite the fact they've only shared this, but he's a good judge of character. He's also never concerned for his safety, he can take care of himself.
Besides, he likes being restrained by someone else, so Kell just going for it is appealing. He purposely wriggles against the leg restraints for fun. "I don't mind at all," he purrs, proving so by using his own abilities seconds later. Jesper grips the sheet and magically it shimmers into what looks like liquid, crawling up his skin and wrapping around his wrists like vines. A moment later it snaps back into the same fabric but now it's tied his wrists to the bed, attached fully now like it has always been there. See, he's completely fine with it, Kell. He's even being helpful to expedite it.
Jesper hasn't had sex with a whole lot of magical people yet, but he's already deeply intrigued by what Kell is promising him. He is hard, gray eyes back to their bright silver in the middle of lust, watching him. He watches Kell make the ice ball and licks his own lips in anticipation of how it will feel on his skin, moments later the cold touch of it making him moan. He wriggles for real underneath the double restraints and arches his back up when it touches his nipple and goes lower.
"Fuck, yes," he murmurs as Kell brings it all the way down. This is absolutely a new experience, and those are always desperately exciting. He's never been with someone who could do this. Ice cubes may have happened, but a ball of ice thrust inside of him, completely unique. Jesper's eyes shut in pleasure as Kell starts to fuck him with it, his inner heat melting it piece by piece, but it's so good. By the time it touches his prostate he's more than wriggling, he's writhing, bucking up into Kell.
By the time he kisses him Jesper is starving again. "Put me on my hands and knees like a dog." The restraints he made are easy to unravel and redo, unless Kell just wants to hold him down. "Please, if you like it, my body is yours."
It requires tremendous effort not to give into Jesper breathless pleas, and not give him what he wants. What they both want. Watching Jesper writhe and moan while he fucks him with the ice ball gives Kell all sorts of ideas. Way too many for just one night. Now he just desperately wants to put his throbbing cock inside him. Just have his satisfaction now. But it won't be cruel enough, and cruel is what Jesper wants from him, so that's what Kell is going to give him. It's liberating, and hot, to know they both take pleasure from this torture. Still, it requires all of Kell's self-control to resist the pull of the gorgeous body writhing under him.
Kell rolls to the side with a grunt. He's barely holding up. Even watching Jesper lie, hands bound over his head, is painful. He's so beautiful, but Kell knows he can make him even more beautiful. He licks his finger then drags a wet trail down the inside of Jesper's arm, feeling the goosebumps raise up on the delicate skin heat up under his touch.
"Aren't you a sweet little plaything" he coos, circling the wet finger around Jesper's erect nipple. Saints, how much he wants to devour him when he's helpless like that.
"But you're right. Getting my cock is a privilege you must earn each time. So is being on the bed."
Kell releases the strip of fabric binding Jesper's ankle to the bed, gives his thigh a firm slap.
"On the floor," he commands. "Crawl. On your hand and knees. You don't deserve to be on the bed just yet."
As soon as Jesper obeys, Kell moves to the edge himself. He looks down, and shivers with want at the sight. Just one more thing to make the image perfect. He reaches behind him for a pillow, throws it down on the floor, then shoves Jesper's head down on it with his foot. The pressure of the push gentle but unrelenting. Kell is careful. He knows a thing or two about bodies, and only ever wants Jesper to hurt in ways he intended for him to, never by accident.
"Now you're perfect"
He keeps his foot down for a while, revelling in the feeling of complete control. It's unlike any pleasure he's ever felt. But it makes him even more aroused, and soon there's nothing on his mind but blinding lust. He takes his foot away, slides off the bed and kneels behind Jesper gripping his hips to keep him in place as he fucks him, rough and hard, until they both come.
When they do, Kell collapses on top of him with a loud cry. He doesn't pull out even when the last throngs of orgasm pass, and he's just lulled into bliss. He mouths a series of kisses on the back of Jesper's neck, delaying the inevitable moment when he'll need to move. He doesn't want to. It feels too good to stay. Even all limp and spent as he is now.
"You're such a pretty thing" he whispers into Jesper's ear. "I think I will fuck you all night."
Kell rolls to the side with a grunt. He's barely holding up. Even watching Jesper lie, hands bound over his head, is painful. He's so beautiful, but Kell knows he can make him even more beautiful. He licks his finger then drags a wet trail down the inside of Jesper's arm, feeling the goosebumps raise up on the delicate skin heat up under his touch.
"Aren't you a sweet little plaything" he coos, circling the wet finger around Jesper's erect nipple. Saints, how much he wants to devour him when he's helpless like that.
"But you're right. Getting my cock is a privilege you must earn each time. So is being on the bed."
Kell releases the strip of fabric binding Jesper's ankle to the bed, gives his thigh a firm slap.
"On the floor," he commands. "Crawl. On your hand and knees. You don't deserve to be on the bed just yet."
As soon as Jesper obeys, Kell moves to the edge himself. He looks down, and shivers with want at the sight. Just one more thing to make the image perfect. He reaches behind him for a pillow, throws it down on the floor, then shoves Jesper's head down on it with his foot. The pressure of the push gentle but unrelenting. Kell is careful. He knows a thing or two about bodies, and only ever wants Jesper to hurt in ways he intended for him to, never by accident.
"Now you're perfect"
He keeps his foot down for a while, revelling in the feeling of complete control. It's unlike any pleasure he's ever felt. But it makes him even more aroused, and soon there's nothing on his mind but blinding lust. He takes his foot away, slides off the bed and kneels behind Jesper gripping his hips to keep him in place as he fucks him, rough and hard, until they both come.
When they do, Kell collapses on top of him with a loud cry. He doesn't pull out even when the last throngs of orgasm pass, and he's just lulled into bliss. He mouths a series of kisses on the back of Jesper's neck, delaying the inevitable moment when he'll need to move. He doesn't want to. It feels too good to stay. Even all limp and spent as he is now.
"You're such a pretty thing" he whispers into Jesper's ear. "I think I will fuck you all night."
Edited 2023-02-11 07:35 (UTC)
It has been awhile since someone really dominated him this way, and it is a deep relief. Especially considering his last few weeks, and the stress of feeling trapped on this ship. It's completely clearing his mind too, giving him nothing to think about but Kell and his body and what he's doing to it. He is grateful for this. His eyes widen when Kell tells him to get on the floor and his mouth goes dry. He grins at Kell, impressed. Not bad for a beginner at all.
"Yes, tell me how to be good." He undoes his own restraints and immediately goes onto the floor. He follows instructions well and eagerly, on his hands and knees as requested. He spreads his legs in a very blatant attempt at attention. When Kell pushes his head down he goes without question and groans loudly, the gesture of it as sexual as if he actually touched Jesper. He holds still, whining, and purposely lifts his ass, presenting it to Kell as his to take.
"Please, Kell, please, fuck me, enjoy me." He sounds so pathetic as he waits submissively under Kell's foot. It's all on purpose. He's smiling, deeply satisfied even before Kell pushes inside of him. Then Jesper is all moans and cries, the roughness of it exactly what he needs. He is passive despite liking to push back, instead letting Kell completely take control and do what he wants. He only barely gets a hand on himself, face pressed down too, so they can come together.
In the aftermath of the orgasm he is very pleased that Kell stays in him, that is what he asked the first time. He even cruelly tightens around him despite them both being sensitive. Jesper is gasping in breath, his body aching and in the type of pain he lives for. He turns his head toward Kell's mouth and steals a kiss from him. It's a little sweeter than before. They're both covered in sweat.
"You are very, very good at this for a first-timer, sweetheart." Understatement. He wouldn't have known. Jesper sighs and lies down, requiring Kell to move out of him in the process, but only so he can turn around and face him. He leans up to kiss him deeply. "Let me ride you next round." Jesper kisses his face. "Since you think I'm so pretty." He smirks and runs his fingers sharply down Kell's sweaty chest. "How many times do you think you can go? Should we set a record?" He laughs wickedly.
"Yes, tell me how to be good." He undoes his own restraints and immediately goes onto the floor. He follows instructions well and eagerly, on his hands and knees as requested. He spreads his legs in a very blatant attempt at attention. When Kell pushes his head down he goes without question and groans loudly, the gesture of it as sexual as if he actually touched Jesper. He holds still, whining, and purposely lifts his ass, presenting it to Kell as his to take.
"Please, Kell, please, fuck me, enjoy me." He sounds so pathetic as he waits submissively under Kell's foot. It's all on purpose. He's smiling, deeply satisfied even before Kell pushes inside of him. Then Jesper is all moans and cries, the roughness of it exactly what he needs. He is passive despite liking to push back, instead letting Kell completely take control and do what he wants. He only barely gets a hand on himself, face pressed down too, so they can come together.
In the aftermath of the orgasm he is very pleased that Kell stays in him, that is what he asked the first time. He even cruelly tightens around him despite them both being sensitive. Jesper is gasping in breath, his body aching and in the type of pain he lives for. He turns his head toward Kell's mouth and steals a kiss from him. It's a little sweeter than before. They're both covered in sweat.
"You are very, very good at this for a first-timer, sweetheart." Understatement. He wouldn't have known. Jesper sighs and lies down, requiring Kell to move out of him in the process, but only so he can turn around and face him. He leans up to kiss him deeply. "Let me ride you next round." Jesper kisses his face. "Since you think I'm so pretty." He smirks and runs his fingers sharply down Kell's sweaty chest. "How many times do you think you can go? Should we set a record?" He laughs wickedly.
The sounds of Jesper's whining and begging, his not-so-futile attempts to entice Kell to fuck him sooner, it all drips the thick, deep-seated pleasure, that gathers like honey at the base of Kell's spine. It's the type of pleasure that doesn't go away with the flood of orgasm. It's the type that once it's over makes bearable being all sticky and sweaty. Usually, Kell hates being sweaty. It's gross and uncomfortable. Now, it's another mark of what they just did. A very welcomed mark. As welcome as the kiss is. Sweet, almost like a thank you. It makes Kell smile.
He doesn't stop Jesper from moving away, pulling out of him with ease. While it feels good to stay in, it is a relief to pull out too. The cool air helps with overwhelm and overstimulation. It helps him think more clearly.
Kell welcomes both the compliment and the second kiss, this one deeper, with a lot more edge than the previous one. Clear sign they're both far from finished. How many more times he can go? No idea, but he loves a good challenge. So the answer is as many as they're able before dropping out of exhaustion. It would be reasonable to stop earlier, but Kell is not here to be reasonable.
"I just do what feels right."
He has good instinct, he just needs to let himself act on it. Like right now, when he holds Jesper up after they break from their second kiss, forcing him to strain his already overworked muscles. He licks Jesper's lips then moves to follow the line of his jaw not with kisses but with small bites, barely catching the skin between his teeth, before ending on Jesper's neck and making this last one actually painful. Only then he releases him.
"An excellent idea," Kell admits, looking at Jesper's reddening skin and a clear bite mark on his neck. Now, that's beautiful. "You are pretty, but not pretty enough so I will let be lazy and just lie down as I do all the work to fuck you up."
He grabs Jesper's hand and keeps it up on his chest. The touch of those long, slender fingers is intoxicating, but he'd rather preferred them lower. Much lower.
"So I will let you ride me, and I will even let you do it on the bed."
Kell might make Jesper lie on a cold, hard floor - because he deserves this - but he's not going to accept this kind of discomfort for himself.
"The only problem I see is that I'm not particularly excited right now. So first, you'd need to take care of that."
There's a tiny voice at the back of his head, that abhors all the things he does and says, but Kell tries his best to ignore it. Jesper's reactions, his very words, are all evidence Kell needs to believe he's doing everything right. And the more he does it, the more ideas he has. The more courage to push for more intense sensations, more callous words. He might have just said he's not excited, but it's a lie. The worse he treats Jesper, the more his whole body vibrates with anticipation and want. The more Jesper begs and moans, the more Kell wants to mistreat him. Both of those things feeding off each other, making him dizzy with pleasure, even when he's not touching the other man.
Kell leaves Jesper on the floor, climbs on the bed to lie down on his back, his arms folded under his head. He waits for Jesper to join him.
"One more rule," he declares with a vicious smile. "Hands behind your back. You're not allowed to use them. I will tie them there now, so you're not tempted to cheat."
He doesn't stop Jesper from moving away, pulling out of him with ease. While it feels good to stay in, it is a relief to pull out too. The cool air helps with overwhelm and overstimulation. It helps him think more clearly.
Kell welcomes both the compliment and the second kiss, this one deeper, with a lot more edge than the previous one. Clear sign they're both far from finished. How many more times he can go? No idea, but he loves a good challenge. So the answer is as many as they're able before dropping out of exhaustion. It would be reasonable to stop earlier, but Kell is not here to be reasonable.
"I just do what feels right."
He has good instinct, he just needs to let himself act on it. Like right now, when he holds Jesper up after they break from their second kiss, forcing him to strain his already overworked muscles. He licks Jesper's lips then moves to follow the line of his jaw not with kisses but with small bites, barely catching the skin between his teeth, before ending on Jesper's neck and making this last one actually painful. Only then he releases him.
"An excellent idea," Kell admits, looking at Jesper's reddening skin and a clear bite mark on his neck. Now, that's beautiful. "You are pretty, but not pretty enough so I will let be lazy and just lie down as I do all the work to fuck you up."
He grabs Jesper's hand and keeps it up on his chest. The touch of those long, slender fingers is intoxicating, but he'd rather preferred them lower. Much lower.
"So I will let you ride me, and I will even let you do it on the bed."
Kell might make Jesper lie on a cold, hard floor - because he deserves this - but he's not going to accept this kind of discomfort for himself.
"The only problem I see is that I'm not particularly excited right now. So first, you'd need to take care of that."
There's a tiny voice at the back of his head, that abhors all the things he does and says, but Kell tries his best to ignore it. Jesper's reactions, his very words, are all evidence Kell needs to believe he's doing everything right. And the more he does it, the more ideas he has. The more courage to push for more intense sensations, more callous words. He might have just said he's not excited, but it's a lie. The worse he treats Jesper, the more his whole body vibrates with anticipation and want. The more Jesper begs and moans, the more Kell wants to mistreat him. Both of those things feeding off each other, making him dizzy with pleasure, even when he's not touching the other man.
Kell leaves Jesper on the floor, climbs on the bed to lie down on his back, his arms folded under his head. He waits for Jesper to join him.
"One more rule," he declares with a vicious smile. "Hands behind your back. You're not allowed to use them. I will tie them there now, so you're not tempted to cheat."
They're both utterly filthy, both in temperament and physically. Sweat, come, and blood is on them. The scratch marks he left on Kell are red and there are a few spots of blood, along with from they bit their lips. Jesper doesn't care in the least, he has no problem with being dirty, literally or functionally. He would probably lick every inch of Kell exactly like this or worse. He probably will do exactly that. Jesper didn't realize how much he needed this out of his system.
He tilts his head back to Kell has all of his neck to bite and he moans at the one that bruises. Not even a little against it. Jesper will wear the mark proudly. It's fair considering his mails were all over Kell their first round. He pouts prettily again when Kell keeps his hands from moving down, but he understands it's just a pause so they can move. While he enjoyed being fucked like an animal on the floor, in this game of theirs, Kell gets the bed. It's how it should be.
Jesper gets to his feet and winces from the ache but then smiles contently. He looks forward to adjusting to the pain of walking around after being penetrated so many times. Delightful. He crawls on top of Kell and straddles his lap, purposely putting his nice used ass right in front of Kell's cock. He obediently puts his hands behind his back so Kell can tie them, even if he could do it himself, but it's more fun if Kell does.
He already probably does make quite a sight with the bite mark, his sweaty muscular chest and lean limbs, touched in his own come from being on the floor. Jesper is the very picture of sexed up, his body loose and pleasured, smiling down at his lover. Jesper was being very clever with his positioning because after Kell ties him up, it is very easy for him to stay restrained and yet reach behind him to Kell's soft (but not for long) cock.
He doesn't have to look back to know exactly what he's doing, stroking the shaft, playing with the head, and waits until Kell starts to harden before he purposely puts his cock between his ass checks. Not inside of him, between them so Jesper can start riding slowly right away, the friction of Kell clasped between them a stroke all on its own. He looks right at Kell as he does, his gaze intense, biting his lip. He knows how to put on a show and he isn't even inside of him yet. But he will be.
Jesper moves so that it would be very easy for Kell to move into him, all he'd have to do is sit down, but he only allows the tip in. He pulls up as soon as Kell tries to push in, teasing him, taunting him. Being in this position gives him a little rein to be playful. "I like feeling you like this, hot and hard, and all mine. I already miss you being in me. Do you miss it, baby?" He rocks back against Kell's cock, giving it friction, sighing, his own hard and eager in front of him.
"I want you to watch me please you. All you have to do is make me." Jesper lifts his hips again to torment Kell's hardness but this time it would be easy for Kell to pull him down.
He tilts his head back to Kell has all of his neck to bite and he moans at the one that bruises. Not even a little against it. Jesper will wear the mark proudly. It's fair considering his mails were all over Kell their first round. He pouts prettily again when Kell keeps his hands from moving down, but he understands it's just a pause so they can move. While he enjoyed being fucked like an animal on the floor, in this game of theirs, Kell gets the bed. It's how it should be.
Jesper gets to his feet and winces from the ache but then smiles contently. He looks forward to adjusting to the pain of walking around after being penetrated so many times. Delightful. He crawls on top of Kell and straddles his lap, purposely putting his nice used ass right in front of Kell's cock. He obediently puts his hands behind his back so Kell can tie them, even if he could do it himself, but it's more fun if Kell does.
He already probably does make quite a sight with the bite mark, his sweaty muscular chest and lean limbs, touched in his own come from being on the floor. Jesper is the very picture of sexed up, his body loose and pleasured, smiling down at his lover. Jesper was being very clever with his positioning because after Kell ties him up, it is very easy for him to stay restrained and yet reach behind him to Kell's soft (but not for long) cock.
He doesn't have to look back to know exactly what he's doing, stroking the shaft, playing with the head, and waits until Kell starts to harden before he purposely puts his cock between his ass checks. Not inside of him, between them so Jesper can start riding slowly right away, the friction of Kell clasped between them a stroke all on its own. He looks right at Kell as he does, his gaze intense, biting his lip. He knows how to put on a show and he isn't even inside of him yet. But he will be.
Jesper moves so that it would be very easy for Kell to move into him, all he'd have to do is sit down, but he only allows the tip in. He pulls up as soon as Kell tries to push in, teasing him, taunting him. Being in this position gives him a little rein to be playful. "I like feeling you like this, hot and hard, and all mine. I already miss you being in me. Do you miss it, baby?" He rocks back against Kell's cock, giving it friction, sighing, his own hard and eager in front of him.
"I want you to watch me please you. All you have to do is make me." Jesper lifts his hips again to torment Kell's hardness but this time it would be easy for Kell to pull him down.
Kell had told Jesper that he's pretty. It's a lie. A blatant, unforgivable lie. He's not pretty, he's devastatingly beautiful. When Jesper climbs him, presenting himself for Kell's viewing pleasure in all of his naked glory, all Kell can do is stare. The view is breathtaking. He knows only one man this beautiful. Turns out, he does have a type.
He's already half-sitting, so it's only a question of leaning forward, to reach around Jesper's body to tie his hands behind his back. Kell takes his time, both because it feels good and because he wants to make it right. He could have easily restrained Jesper with magic. The way they both did the first time. But it feels more personal to do it by hand. Even if the improvised binding is pulled from the sheets by magic, the act of tying is ... an unexpected pleasure.
Like many things that have surprised him this night, Kell would never suspect to enjoy it. If asked, he'd never consider tying a person anything close to sexy. Yet here he is, lovingly wrapping a wide piece of fabric around Jesper's hands and wrists. A loop around his thumb, across the palm, then round the wrist, so that the pressure will be uniform across the whole length of it. Not too loose, so it won't slip, but not too tight, so it won't put too much pressure on the delicate nerves and blood vessels right under the skin of Jesper's wrists. Kell smiles. His teacher would have been quite surprised what Kell is using his hard-earned knowledge of anatomy for. Or he might have not. There were few things that could have surprised Tieren about human nature.
Kell leans back so he can witness the effect of his work in its full splendour. Jesper is effortlessly sexy quite on his own. Still, with a darkening bite mark on his neck, covered in signs of their previous rounds, bound hands behind his back, he's irresistible. The view alone makes Kell's limp cock twitch.
It's a surprise, a very pleasant one, that even tied, by clever wiggling himself into the right spot, Jesper is still able to reach it. Few expert strokes, and Kell is hard again. It seems they truly are going for the record. The source of friction changes, and it's Jesper's firm ass grinding against his quickly stiffening erection. They way he plays with it is maddening, letting just the very tip in, before rising his ass up when Kell jerks his hips to push more of his cock inside him. Maddening, but Kell would let him. He loves the lewd teasing, the mewling, cocky declaration of how all Kell needs to do is to make Jesper take him.
He would, but there's one thing on his mind that Kell knows is bound make it even better for both of them. Kell likes Jesper being all lewd, and clever, and cocky, but he likes to force him to obey almost as much. And now he has the best excuse to do it.
So he doesn't pull Jesper's hips down the moment he sets his hands on them. No, Kell lets Jesper linger half-way up, just the tip of his cock buried inside of him. His gaze fixed on Jesper is glazed with lust, but burning with determination... and a bit of performative disappointment.
"What did I tell you about using your hands?" Kell asks, the grip on Jesper's hips tightening for a moment, before he releases it.
"While I appreciate you being creative, I do not appreciate disobedience. You disregarded my direct command. Therefore, you need to be punished."
Kell lifts one hand up, fingers curled into a fist, so that Jesper can see it well. When he opens it, he's one silver coin poorer, but there it is, on top of his palm a silver ring. Kell slips it on Jesper's cock, and it fits perfectly, snug, not too tight, just constricting enough. He smiles, wrapping his fingers around Jesper's cock, a slow, torturous caress upward, a brush of his thumb over the tip of it; leans forward to crush Jesper's lips in a deep, hungry kiss, as he continues to pump his cock. Kell breaks their kiss only when his own lungs are burning. Only then he stops his torment, pulls Jesper's hips down to impale him fully. Kell lets out a moan. It feels so good to be in, feels even better to force it.
"You're not allowed to come until you've sufficiently made it up to me for your disobedience. Now ride me like you promised. You have yet to impress me."
The ring is not even his original idea either. He must have seen this type of jewellery a dozen times. Kell already noticed that when it comes to sex, his home country is a lot more permissive than Thorne. So a lot of him being good at what they're doing might actually come from having seen it before, just not realizing what it was at that time. Even less that he'd like to try it. Still, those are the experiences he can draw on. Even if he's not entirely aware of those memories, they are still a source of inspiration for what to say or do.
"Put on a good show, and I might yet change my mind. I'm not against being persuaded this was an honest mistake. I want to see how much you want to come from my cock. But you'd need to show me, words alone won't be enough this time."
He's already half-sitting, so it's only a question of leaning forward, to reach around Jesper's body to tie his hands behind his back. Kell takes his time, both because it feels good and because he wants to make it right. He could have easily restrained Jesper with magic. The way they both did the first time. But it feels more personal to do it by hand. Even if the improvised binding is pulled from the sheets by magic, the act of tying is ... an unexpected pleasure.
Like many things that have surprised him this night, Kell would never suspect to enjoy it. If asked, he'd never consider tying a person anything close to sexy. Yet here he is, lovingly wrapping a wide piece of fabric around Jesper's hands and wrists. A loop around his thumb, across the palm, then round the wrist, so that the pressure will be uniform across the whole length of it. Not too loose, so it won't slip, but not too tight, so it won't put too much pressure on the delicate nerves and blood vessels right under the skin of Jesper's wrists. Kell smiles. His teacher would have been quite surprised what Kell is using his hard-earned knowledge of anatomy for. Or he might have not. There were few things that could have surprised Tieren about human nature.
Kell leans back so he can witness the effect of his work in its full splendour. Jesper is effortlessly sexy quite on his own. Still, with a darkening bite mark on his neck, covered in signs of their previous rounds, bound hands behind his back, he's irresistible. The view alone makes Kell's limp cock twitch.
It's a surprise, a very pleasant one, that even tied, by clever wiggling himself into the right spot, Jesper is still able to reach it. Few expert strokes, and Kell is hard again. It seems they truly are going for the record. The source of friction changes, and it's Jesper's firm ass grinding against his quickly stiffening erection. They way he plays with it is maddening, letting just the very tip in, before rising his ass up when Kell jerks his hips to push more of his cock inside him. Maddening, but Kell would let him. He loves the lewd teasing, the mewling, cocky declaration of how all Kell needs to do is to make Jesper take him.
He would, but there's one thing on his mind that Kell knows is bound make it even better for both of them. Kell likes Jesper being all lewd, and clever, and cocky, but he likes to force him to obey almost as much. And now he has the best excuse to do it.
So he doesn't pull Jesper's hips down the moment he sets his hands on them. No, Kell lets Jesper linger half-way up, just the tip of his cock buried inside of him. His gaze fixed on Jesper is glazed with lust, but burning with determination... and a bit of performative disappointment.
"What did I tell you about using your hands?" Kell asks, the grip on Jesper's hips tightening for a moment, before he releases it.
"While I appreciate you being creative, I do not appreciate disobedience. You disregarded my direct command. Therefore, you need to be punished."
Kell lifts one hand up, fingers curled into a fist, so that Jesper can see it well. When he opens it, he's one silver coin poorer, but there it is, on top of his palm a silver ring. Kell slips it on Jesper's cock, and it fits perfectly, snug, not too tight, just constricting enough. He smiles, wrapping his fingers around Jesper's cock, a slow, torturous caress upward, a brush of his thumb over the tip of it; leans forward to crush Jesper's lips in a deep, hungry kiss, as he continues to pump his cock. Kell breaks their kiss only when his own lungs are burning. Only then he stops his torment, pulls Jesper's hips down to impale him fully. Kell lets out a moan. It feels so good to be in, feels even better to force it.
"You're not allowed to come until you've sufficiently made it up to me for your disobedience. Now ride me like you promised. You have yet to impress me."
The ring is not even his original idea either. He must have seen this type of jewellery a dozen times. Kell already noticed that when it comes to sex, his home country is a lot more permissive than Thorne. So a lot of him being good at what they're doing might actually come from having seen it before, just not realizing what it was at that time. Even less that he'd like to try it. Still, those are the experiences he can draw on. Even if he's not entirely aware of those memories, they are still a source of inspiration for what to say or do.
"Put on a good show, and I might yet change my mind. I'm not against being persuaded this was an honest mistake. I want to see how much you want to come from my cock. But you'd need to show me, words alone won't be enough this time."
Edited 2023-02-15 23:37 (UTC)
Kell is also devastatingly beautiful, and Jesper knows he has a type. Redheads with pure pale skin, where you can see all of it redden and flush in an instant, are right at the top of the list. It didn't start with Wylan, if anything he simply fit in the box of Jesper's attraction, and so it's not about fucking someone who reminds him of his ex. Kell is an entity all to himself, sexual and kinky, and a revelation. He likes his mismatched eyes on him, the appreciation he sees in them. He knows his teasing is working wonders and the nice snug way Kell puts the restraints on him is appreciated.
He could get them off in a second, that's part of the attraction. He keeps them on because he likes being tied up, he wants Kell to dominate him and control him. And he is absolutely breaking his command to not use his hands. Jesper is being bad on purpose and Kell can see for a few seconds the mischief in his gaze. That is part of what he told him, after all. He has to be forced to be good and punished. That mischief is replaced with actual dismay when the cock ring goes on him, but not in the bad sense, in the 'oh you just upped the ante and I didn't expect it' sense. Jesper wants to laugh, he nearly does, thinking you bastard, but instead he looks very apologetic and sad. The game, after all.
He gasps suddenly once it's on and then Kell is stroking him and Jesper moans, pushing up into his touch knowing all too well he's not going to get anywhere. He is going to be hard to the point of insanity and then Kell is going to deny him orgasm. Perfect. Even if his body is crying out for relief already. Jesper is not new to the toy, he's only a little surprised Kell knows how to use one. He's really going to have to ask the man later about his history, it's such an interesting amalgam of shyness and dirtiness.
"Please, I just wanted your cock so much, I'm sorry. I'll be good now, I promise." Jesper gasps out as his pleasure rises and then is unable to do anything more, and then Kell sheaths himself inside again. It stings more this time and that only makes Jesper pulse inside the ring. That wave of pain-pleasure hits him just right and his expression is pure bliss for a second. He looks right then like he's never experienced anything better than Kell inside of him, despite having had it several times now.
"Yes," he murmurs dreamily, looking down at Kell. "I only exist to please you. Let me show you." Jesper seats himself comfortably on top of him and wiggles, moaning as Kell brushes all against his inner walls, so deep like this when fully inside. Jesper starts slow because Kell wants a show, he rises up off him and then slides back down but he rocks back and forth on top of his cock the entire way, feeling it all the way. He squeezes around Kell every time on the way down so he gets tighter by the bottom.
"Mmm, I'm not going to be able to walk straight." Jesper starts moving faster now, rising and falling at a medium pace, his expression still that blissful mix of desire and agony. "My body is going to ache for you, to be filled by you." He's flushed and seems so decadent in how eagerly he moves now, fast and excited, his own cock unable to feel anything but agony now that he's driving hungrily on Kell. His head tips back and he groans, bouncing on top of Kell, his arms bulging like he wants to get free but can't.
"Punish me, baby, spank me, leave a handprint on me, then maybe I'll be good enough for you, I'll never disobey you again." Lies. He will always disobey if it gets him here.
He could get them off in a second, that's part of the attraction. He keeps them on because he likes being tied up, he wants Kell to dominate him and control him. And he is absolutely breaking his command to not use his hands. Jesper is being bad on purpose and Kell can see for a few seconds the mischief in his gaze. That is part of what he told him, after all. He has to be forced to be good and punished. That mischief is replaced with actual dismay when the cock ring goes on him, but not in the bad sense, in the 'oh you just upped the ante and I didn't expect it' sense. Jesper wants to laugh, he nearly does, thinking you bastard, but instead he looks very apologetic and sad. The game, after all.
He gasps suddenly once it's on and then Kell is stroking him and Jesper moans, pushing up into his touch knowing all too well he's not going to get anywhere. He is going to be hard to the point of insanity and then Kell is going to deny him orgasm. Perfect. Even if his body is crying out for relief already. Jesper is not new to the toy, he's only a little surprised Kell knows how to use one. He's really going to have to ask the man later about his history, it's such an interesting amalgam of shyness and dirtiness.
"Please, I just wanted your cock so much, I'm sorry. I'll be good now, I promise." Jesper gasps out as his pleasure rises and then is unable to do anything more, and then Kell sheaths himself inside again. It stings more this time and that only makes Jesper pulse inside the ring. That wave of pain-pleasure hits him just right and his expression is pure bliss for a second. He looks right then like he's never experienced anything better than Kell inside of him, despite having had it several times now.
"Yes," he murmurs dreamily, looking down at Kell. "I only exist to please you. Let me show you." Jesper seats himself comfortably on top of him and wiggles, moaning as Kell brushes all against his inner walls, so deep like this when fully inside. Jesper starts slow because Kell wants a show, he rises up off him and then slides back down but he rocks back and forth on top of his cock the entire way, feeling it all the way. He squeezes around Kell every time on the way down so he gets tighter by the bottom.
"Mmm, I'm not going to be able to walk straight." Jesper starts moving faster now, rising and falling at a medium pace, his expression still that blissful mix of desire and agony. "My body is going to ache for you, to be filled by you." He's flushed and seems so decadent in how eagerly he moves now, fast and excited, his own cock unable to feel anything but agony now that he's driving hungrily on Kell. His head tips back and he groans, bouncing on top of Kell, his arms bulging like he wants to get free but can't.
"Punish me, baby, spank me, leave a handprint on me, then maybe I'll be good enough for you, I'll never disobey you again." Lies. He will always disobey if it gets him here.
If they have planned this before, Kell would have tied Jesper with a silk thread. Red, smooth, thin but strong. No, a silver one. Silver would look better against his skin. A thread so thin, you'd fear to breathe too loud lest it breaks. But it wouldn't. Silk is surprisingly strong for a thread this thin. It wouldn't have been perfect for them. For their arrangement. If they planned it before.
They didn't, and it's the part of appeal. Kell catches the mischievous glance in Jesper's eyes, and raises his heartbeat in an instant. Adding Jesper to his - very short - list of lovers makes it evident that Kell has a thing for rule-breakers. With Jesper, it's even better, because the rules being broken are his own, and it's his right to administer punishment. He hopes - dares to hope - that Jesper will give him many occasions to punish him. The very thought of it wakes up something in him. Something vile, ruthless, and awfully, obscenely lewd.
Kell's hands don't leave Jesper's cock for a longer while; teasing, tormenting. Once slow then fast. Playing with his agony. He looks so beautiful, rocking his hips up and down, swaying them back and forth, to take more of Kell in. It's obvious that Kell's cock, buried so deep inside him, does all sorts for wonderful things to him. The sight of him so completely debauched, does all sorts of wonderful things to Kell in turn. Jesper is right, he is not going to be able to walk straight. Not after what's Kell has done to him. Not after what he still plans to do to him. Kell flashes his teeth in a smile.
"Isn't that the point? You want me to destroy you. You want me to ruin you, to leave you in a puddle on the floor, all filthy and spent, writhing like an animal in heat, and you will still beg me to give you more."
For a long, excruciatingly long, moment, all he can do is stare. Jesper's long neck arched back, bobbing up and down, as he bounces on Kell's cock. His shoulders drawn backwards, arms straining against the ties, skin all flushed and glowing. Kell runs his hand all the way up Jesper's body. From his twitching cock, up his belly, chest, circling his hard nipples, higher still to his neck. He grips Jesper's jaw with force enough to bruise, if only he had squeezed more. He sits, dragging Jesper forward to meet him. His other hand falling hard, a slap loud like a thunder, on Jesper's ass just when his own cock is fully sheathed in his lover's body. Kell leans in, lips - and teeth - brush against Jesper's ear.
"You can be sure I will do it. I will ruin you. Your sweet soft lips, your little tight ass, your eager cock. I will ruin you so thoroughly, so completely, that the only thing you'll be able to do is lie, and moan, and take it. No smart retorts, no clever tricks. You won't have strength left for words when I'm finished with you. So you'd better not disobey me again."
It's a threat, and a promise, punctuated with another slap to Jesper's ass. Kell shivers on contact. He can feel the heat after each strike, even if he cannot see Jesper's perfect skin darkening. He wants, no, he needs, Jesper to give him more reasons to hit him like that. All of his bouncing on Kell's cock hasn't brought Kell so close to orgasm as those two strikes did.
They didn't, and it's the part of appeal. Kell catches the mischievous glance in Jesper's eyes, and raises his heartbeat in an instant. Adding Jesper to his - very short - list of lovers makes it evident that Kell has a thing for rule-breakers. With Jesper, it's even better, because the rules being broken are his own, and it's his right to administer punishment. He hopes - dares to hope - that Jesper will give him many occasions to punish him. The very thought of it wakes up something in him. Something vile, ruthless, and awfully, obscenely lewd.
Kell's hands don't leave Jesper's cock for a longer while; teasing, tormenting. Once slow then fast. Playing with his agony. He looks so beautiful, rocking his hips up and down, swaying them back and forth, to take more of Kell in. It's obvious that Kell's cock, buried so deep inside him, does all sorts for wonderful things to him. The sight of him so completely debauched, does all sorts of wonderful things to Kell in turn. Jesper is right, he is not going to be able to walk straight. Not after what's Kell has done to him. Not after what he still plans to do to him. Kell flashes his teeth in a smile.
"Isn't that the point? You want me to destroy you. You want me to ruin you, to leave you in a puddle on the floor, all filthy and spent, writhing like an animal in heat, and you will still beg me to give you more."
For a long, excruciatingly long, moment, all he can do is stare. Jesper's long neck arched back, bobbing up and down, as he bounces on Kell's cock. His shoulders drawn backwards, arms straining against the ties, skin all flushed and glowing. Kell runs his hand all the way up Jesper's body. From his twitching cock, up his belly, chest, circling his hard nipples, higher still to his neck. He grips Jesper's jaw with force enough to bruise, if only he had squeezed more. He sits, dragging Jesper forward to meet him. His other hand falling hard, a slap loud like a thunder, on Jesper's ass just when his own cock is fully sheathed in his lover's body. Kell leans in, lips - and teeth - brush against Jesper's ear.
"You can be sure I will do it. I will ruin you. Your sweet soft lips, your little tight ass, your eager cock. I will ruin you so thoroughly, so completely, that the only thing you'll be able to do is lie, and moan, and take it. No smart retorts, no clever tricks. You won't have strength left for words when I'm finished with you. So you'd better not disobey me again."
It's a threat, and a promise, punctuated with another slap to Jesper's ass. Kell shivers on contact. He can feel the heat after each strike, even if he cannot see Jesper's perfect skin darkening. He wants, no, he needs, Jesper to give him more reasons to hit him like that. All of his bouncing on Kell's cock hasn't brought Kell so close to orgasm as those two strikes did.
"Then I gladly give myself over to your ideas."
Maybe there is a difference. How the hell would Mat actually know? Just because he's been sleeping around for years - there's not much for the young adults of Two Rivers to do after all - it's never been a romantic thing. And certainly the pair of them have never been so clear and open with their feelings.
Either way, he's glad to be here. In this bed, this room, this place. Maybe a whole bunch of things have been utterly fucked up by his being here, but he's found Jesper, and he's selfish enough to consider that fair. There's bound to be plenty of other people who can save the world. How the hell many people are ever going to love him?
Still grinning, he encourages Jesper on without shame. His hips lift and he moans in pleasure, full hard and flushed.
"Showing our affection with teasing...are we?"
Maybe there is a difference. How the hell would Mat actually know? Just because he's been sleeping around for years - there's not much for the young adults of Two Rivers to do after all - it's never been a romantic thing. And certainly the pair of them have never been so clear and open with their feelings.
Either way, he's glad to be here. In this bed, this room, this place. Maybe a whole bunch of things have been utterly fucked up by his being here, but he's found Jesper, and he's selfish enough to consider that fair. There's bound to be plenty of other people who can save the world. How the hell many people are ever going to love him?
Still grinning, he encourages Jesper on without shame. His hips lift and he moans in pleasure, full hard and flushed.
"Showing our affection with teasing...are we?"
Jesper is always willing to let his lovers ask for anything from him. Kell wanting more of this is obviously going to go over well. He wouldn't mind fucking him another time, he's as good at giving as he is at taking, but for tonight this is what they both truly needed. It fed them during a time of great stress and he's very grateful. He can't worry about anything involving what is going on outside of the room. Only the two of them.
"You know exactly what I want, Kell." Destroyed, ruined, in a wonderful agony. It's definitely an extra thrill that this is all new to Kell. He's experiencing this kinkiness only because of Jesper and he finds that very sexy, bringing something dark and beautiful out in another person. And giving him the safety to follow his urges without judgment. "You're so good to me, I don't deserve it. I want to deserve it." That's what the punishment is for, so he gets what is coming for him but then gets forgiven.
The rough grab at his jaw has him moaning, pure lust flooding him, silver eyes gone dark from arousal. He goes forward with the pull and cries out loud at the first slap across his skin. Jesper's face screws up with the sheer force of it in the best possible way, that sting followed by the look of bliss. "Yes," he whimpers deep in his throat. "Yes, please, Saints, please." He already said how much he likes this and it's obvious in how he wiggles excitedly, how he breathes unsteadily and his cock is headed toward an ugly color in how hard he is.
He eagerly shoves himself back onto Kell's cock, leaning over him by the grip on his jaw, desperately seeking the feel of him filled over and over again. Jesper shivers all over, trembling. "Spank me until you come, keep going, make my ass raw and then fill it, I'm begging you." He is so intensely feeling at the moment, pain and pleasure and feeling light-headed from blood flow. It's fantastic. "Spank me until you forgive me and then let me come too, please, I just want to be yours."
"You know exactly what I want, Kell." Destroyed, ruined, in a wonderful agony. It's definitely an extra thrill that this is all new to Kell. He's experiencing this kinkiness only because of Jesper and he finds that very sexy, bringing something dark and beautiful out in another person. And giving him the safety to follow his urges without judgment. "You're so good to me, I don't deserve it. I want to deserve it." That's what the punishment is for, so he gets what is coming for him but then gets forgiven.
The rough grab at his jaw has him moaning, pure lust flooding him, silver eyes gone dark from arousal. He goes forward with the pull and cries out loud at the first slap across his skin. Jesper's face screws up with the sheer force of it in the best possible way, that sting followed by the look of bliss. "Yes," he whimpers deep in his throat. "Yes, please, Saints, please." He already said how much he likes this and it's obvious in how he wiggles excitedly, how he breathes unsteadily and his cock is headed toward an ugly color in how hard he is.
He eagerly shoves himself back onto Kell's cock, leaning over him by the grip on his jaw, desperately seeking the feel of him filled over and over again. Jesper shivers all over, trembling. "Spank me until you come, keep going, make my ass raw and then fill it, I'm begging you." He is so intensely feeling at the moment, pain and pleasure and feeling light-headed from blood flow. It's fantastic. "Spank me until you forgive me and then let me come too, please, I just want to be yours."
[ At this point, he's wondering if anyone is even getting his attempts at reaching out or if he really is cut off from everyone outside, but he tries anyway. ]
Jesp̶̲̱̐ḛ̵̆͗r̶͇̬̍͆?
A̵̺͊̑͜r̷̳̈́ė̴͍̜̿ ̶̢́y̸̭̜͐͒ọ̴̔͂u̴͓̣̔͐ okay? Goddess, please b̵̜̂e̷͍̓͘ ̷͈̆o̵̦͋̚k̸̜͊a̶̦͗͛y̴̹͙̐́. I don't know ̵̡̏̄w̴̺͌́ͅh̷̪̬͊a̶̧̛̬t̶̢̓'̵̯̒͜s̷̨̑̾ ̷̪̙̓͗h̵̹̕͝á̸͎̻̌p̷̨͒͝p̶̦̉e̴̥̫͊n̸͚̈̿ḯ̵͉͎͝ṇ̷̎̈́g̸̙͠ ̴̡͕͝b̶̨̻̐͌u̴̗͌t̷̙͋̍ watch your back.
Jesp̶̲̱̐ḛ̵̆͗r̶͇̬̍͆?
A̵̺͊̑͜r̷̳̈́ė̴͍̜̿ ̶̢́y̸̭̜͐͒ọ̴̔͂u̴͓̣̔͐ okay? Goddess, please b̵̜̂e̷͍̓͘ ̷͈̆o̵̦͋̚k̸̜͊a̶̦͗͛y̴̹͙̐́. I don't know ̵̡̏̄w̴̺͌́ͅh̷̪̬͊a̶̧̛̬t̶̢̓'̵̯̒͜s̷̨̑̾ ̷̪̙̓͗h̵̹̕͝á̸͎̻̌p̷̨͒͝p̶̦̉e̴̥̫͊n̸͚̈̿ḯ̵͉͎͝ṇ̷̎̈́g̸̙͠ ̴̡͕͝b̶̨̻̐͌u̴̗͌t̷̙͋̍ watch your back.
Edited 2023-02-20 19:16 (UTC)
[ He is going to kill many, many someones for this. ]
Stick to Claude, power in numbers. I'm going to come and get all of you, soon as possible.
Stick to Claude, power in numbers. I'm going to come and get all of you, soon as possible.
Well. Ī̴͓'̷̬͂̑l̵͓͆͆l̶͍̫̚ ̴̲̦̎l̶̤͗i̴͈̽k̸͇̀e̸̫̍l̷͍̤̇̈ỳ̸̨ ̸̲̼̾ still be here. Might wanna h̷̘̙͗͝ü̴̫r̸̡̄̇r̴̫̺͗ỷ̶̢ ̵̱͎̎̒t̶̮̎̌h̶̨̝̆̇o̸̺̱̊u̶͕͂̏g̴̤̚h̷̃ͅ.̴̰̉ ̶̜͠͝ Kaz is g̸͉͝ḙ̵̂͘ṱ̶̪̇͂t̷̺̺́̾i̷̼̣͗͆ň̵̖g̵̞̀͗ ̷̛̜ả̶̲ ̷͔̾͗l̵̠͗ị̵̗́t̴͕͛̀t̷̂ͅl̸͉̋e̶̅ͅͅ ̷͖̓̚c̴͕̓ŗ̷̬͐ḁ̷̠͑n̸̮͎̚k̵͓͗͌y̷̯̾.̵̝̓͘
He is going to come from this. Not from the heat of Jesper's sweet ass, closing eagerly around his cock, as Kell thrusts deeper. No, it's the new sensation that truly gets to him this time. How many new things they did this evening already? Nothing felt this way. Kell is in a trance, all of his senses heightened, but narrowed to the object of his focus. And all of his focus is on Jesper. Each tremble, each little, desperate exhale when he begs Kell to hit him again, each spasm of muscle.
And he does. He lets go of Jesper's jaw, so he can grip his ass with both hands. Pinches his ass cheek hard, then hits the other one. There's no regularity to his blows. Nothing that could help Jesper get used to it or predict one is coming. Yet every single of them is measured and deliberate. Kell's own breathing gets fast and shallow, but he can feel everything with such crystal clarity, it seems time itself have slowed down. The electrifying tingling of expectation when he takes a swing. The crack of a slap, when his hand makes contact with Jesper's skin. The heat radiating from the point of contact, burning under his fingers. Every single one burns a trail of pleasure through his body straight to his cock. Makes his hips jerk upwards to bury him deeper into Jesper. So he can feel it more. At sixth, Kell is panting, heated groans spilling from his lips. Eighth finally sends him over the edge with a long, cry of pleasure, shooting hot into Jesper.
Still shaking from the last waves of orgasm, Kell finds himself already fantasizing what else he could do to this beauty. His mind flooded with images of objects he had seen before but pretty much ignored at the time. Smooth wooden paddles, soft suede floggers. So this is what people were using them for. No wonder they were crafted with such care.
"You've been such a treat, pretty thing," Kell growls into Jesper's ear. "You've taken my beating beautifully. I think I can forgive you now."
His hands caress Jesper's ass, slide up to his waist, down past his hips to grip at his thighs, pinching the delicate skin. Kell moves one hand to Jesper's cock, fingers curling tight around it. Takes his time with it, groping, playing with it, slowly dragging his fingers up and down the whole shaft. When he had his fill of the torment, he reaches for the cock ring and slips it off in one, fluid motion.
"Come for me, I allow it" he commands.
Kell says the words, but he doesn't plan to leave Jesper all to himself now. This would have been unnecessary cruelty, and not of the fun kind. He is going to make it so good for him, work him up all the way to orgasm and past. Jesper gave him one unbelievably good, he deserves a similar one for himself.
And he does. He lets go of Jesper's jaw, so he can grip his ass with both hands. Pinches his ass cheek hard, then hits the other one. There's no regularity to his blows. Nothing that could help Jesper get used to it or predict one is coming. Yet every single of them is measured and deliberate. Kell's own breathing gets fast and shallow, but he can feel everything with such crystal clarity, it seems time itself have slowed down. The electrifying tingling of expectation when he takes a swing. The crack of a slap, when his hand makes contact with Jesper's skin. The heat radiating from the point of contact, burning under his fingers. Every single one burns a trail of pleasure through his body straight to his cock. Makes his hips jerk upwards to bury him deeper into Jesper. So he can feel it more. At sixth, Kell is panting, heated groans spilling from his lips. Eighth finally sends him over the edge with a long, cry of pleasure, shooting hot into Jesper.
Still shaking from the last waves of orgasm, Kell finds himself already fantasizing what else he could do to this beauty. His mind flooded with images of objects he had seen before but pretty much ignored at the time. Smooth wooden paddles, soft suede floggers. So this is what people were using them for. No wonder they were crafted with such care.
"You've been such a treat, pretty thing," Kell growls into Jesper's ear. "You've taken my beating beautifully. I think I can forgive you now."
His hands caress Jesper's ass, slide up to his waist, down past his hips to grip at his thighs, pinching the delicate skin. Kell moves one hand to Jesper's cock, fingers curling tight around it. Takes his time with it, groping, playing with it, slowly dragging his fingers up and down the whole shaft. When he had his fill of the torment, he reaches for the cock ring and slips it off in one, fluid motion.
"Come for me, I allow it" he commands.
Kell says the words, but he doesn't plan to leave Jesper all to himself now. This would have been unnecessary cruelty, and not of the fun kind. He is going to make it so good for him, work him up all the way to orgasm and past. Jesper gave him one unbelievably good, he deserves a similar one for himself.
Fuck. Listen Kaz and Inej are both very vulnerable in this situation, emotionally. More so than I can explain. Please keep an eye on them too, love.
Jesper never actually got to have sex with Wylan, who was the closest thing he had to a love like Mat. Except he barely got to be with the merchling, a few weeks of sweet kisses and light heated exchanges, but it was the feelings that were new then. He thought they had a future, that was the difference, but the possibility of a future isn't the same thing as having nearly a year of a real relationship. Of learning Mat inside out, of feeling like every minute with him was not enough.
Reality beats fantasy. The beauty of their love is that it is built on the strongest of foundations. Friendship. Connection.
Although it does always come back to lust too, because they're young and hot and enjoy showing their affection through sex. Jesper loves the sound of his moan and looks up at him with mischief in his eyes. He winks and then dips down to slide a finger into Mat and at the same time uses his tongue to play along the sensitive edges of his hole. He moves his finger smoothly and firmly to ease Mat open and gives him good incentive with small darts of his tongue inside.
At the same time he keeps stroking his shaft in different tempos, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, but only ever up to the head and not giving it any further stimualation on top. Jesper does like to make him want it.
Reality beats fantasy. The beauty of their love is that it is built on the strongest of foundations. Friendship. Connection.
Although it does always come back to lust too, because they're young and hot and enjoy showing their affection through sex. Jesper loves the sound of his moan and looks up at him with mischief in his eyes. He winks and then dips down to slide a finger into Mat and at the same time uses his tongue to play along the sensitive edges of his hole. He moves his finger smoothly and firmly to ease Mat open and gives him good incentive with small darts of his tongue inside.
At the same time he keeps stroking his shaft in different tempos, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, but only ever up to the head and not giving it any further stimualation on top. Jesper does like to make him want it.
P̴̠̿͐i̵̠̬͘c̴̠̦̏k̶̢̐é̶̻́d̵̞̜̎̃ ̴͕̾̋u̸̢͖̅́p̷̺̿ ̴̦̣́́ȏ̶̧͚n̴̦͑͜ ̵̦́ť̸͚͈̈́h̶̲́a̶̪̎t̴̛̳͛,̷̦͒̕ ̵͉̽y̸͇̠̓̓ẹ̸̬͑̂a̵̤̫͊̇ḫ̸̤͌. Don't worry. I'll keep an eye on them. Please ḃ̸̞̲e̶̥͌̿ ̵͕͆̉ċ̵̹à̵̱̼r̴͖̎̕e̴͙͖͐f̷̣̳̾͝ŭ̷̝l̸̢̀ ̶̦̋͝t̷͕̅h̸̤̀͋o̶̤͗͒ǔ̴͎͚̀g̷̞̓ĥ̶̘,̴̥̓́͜ Jesper. These bastards... they're pretty fucked up.
You're the one in their clutches, love. We'll find you. Shit like this leaves a trail. Just stay alive.
Hello?
Jesper, answer if you hear me!
Jesper? Are you there?
Are you coming?
Is anyone?
Are you coming?
Is anyone?
Inej, I'm here.
Yeah we're working on it, we got some info raiding a bandit camp, Viktor's got this tracker on people that's apparently giving us signals in the direction you're all at. Everyone's working together, we're figuring it out.
Yeah we're working on it, we got some info raiding a bandit camp, Viktor's got this tracker on people that's apparently giving us signals in the direction you're all at. Everyone's working together, we're figuring it out.
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