Kell doesn't deign to comment on the needy plea. Instead, he falls down to devour Jesper's lips. Intense and bruising, it never fails to send scorching heat down to his groin.
"How nice of you to offer such helpful suggestions, but do not think I forgot how rude you were before."
It doesn't take much to reach for the handcuffs, close them on Jesper's wrists, and attach the chain to the secure spot over his head then leans away to admire his work.
"You look so pretty with those bracelets on."
There's one more thing to do to make it perfect. Kell catches the key for handcuffs, still in the lock, with his teeth pulling it out, then moves up to drop it into Jesper's hand, closing his fingers over the metal. He bites his wrist lightly to make a point.
"Hold on to this. Just don't try to unlock yourself."
This is fully intentional temptation. Kell will always give Jesper occasions to misbehave only so he can punish him. It feels so weird that he makes up those rules only so Jesper can break them. He wants Jesper to break them so he could then punish him for those imaginary transgressions. It does make him wonder if Jesper enjoys it at least as much he does.
"Turn around. On your knees, ass high."
It demands some creative wiggling on Jesper's part, now that he's chained to the headboard, but they're both young, agile and in a place that makes even more implausible physical feats possible. Kell doesn't have to wait long for Jesper to follow his command.
The sight almost makes him change his mind. Jeper's bare back, the line of his spine drawing Kell's gaze down to his ass now on full display. The urge to grab Jesper by his hips and just ram into him wells up, threatening to override whatever devious plan Kell had had before. He swallows hard, short of fully giving into the temptation, moves to kneel behind Jesper dragging his hands down Jesper's sides to grope his ass and press his own hardness against Jesper's all too inviting hole. He can't help but let a small moan slip.
"I could take you right now, but it would be a reward for your misbehavior not a punishment."
Saints, it's impossible how much he wants to do just that...
It won't be a long wait this time. Deprivation is fun, but tonight Kell wants to overwhelm both of them. Flood their minds with sensations so intense there will no place left for the memories of the horrors he's so desperately trying to run from. Jesper surely has a share of his own. Kell needed one look at him at the execution to know exactly that. And Horizon is the perfect place to forget. It's all in their heads, yes, but that's exactly the point. A different kind of healing can take place here. Such, that would not be possible anywhere outside of it. Not without causing a damage of its own.
Most often relief from pain is enough for healing of the body to start, but pain can also be a point of focus for a troubled mind. It's something Kell just starts to discover. Theirs have been very troubled lately. Kell's even more troubled after the execution that, in part, was supposed to work as reassurance, but ended only shattering his sense of safety further. Shaking what little control he was able to rebuild after returning to Thorne.
Kell calls for the flogger and it falls into his hand as naturally as if it was made for it. He starts to caress to Jesper's thighs and ass with soft, suede strands. Takes his time to fully get a feel how it is to handle this particular instrument of pain and pleasure. Only when he feels secure in his grip and control over it, is when he slides back allowing himself enough space to move. The strands are soft to the touch, but when swung they land on Jesper's thigh with a satisfying thwack, darkening the skin where it hit. Whatever was his plan, at the fourth lash Kell is all done. His mouth is parched, eyes wide, heart thumping, gasping for air like a drowning man. He's shivering, every nerve on fire, both dizzy with never before experienced type of pleasure and acutely aware of every single detail. Sight, sound, scent. Mad and blinded with lust.
He drops the flogger, crawls forward, then fucks into Jesper until they're both spent and panting, doesn't pull out even after that. Kell knows Jesper likes to be stuffed full long after the orgasm has rolled over both of them. That, and it would require him to move. He can't. Not before he calms his breath and gets his heart from trying to break free from his chest.
"How are you so irresistible..." he whispers, lips pressed to the back of Jesper's neck. "The more I fuck you, the more I end wanting to fuck you again."
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"How nice of you to offer such helpful suggestions, but do not think I forgot how rude you were before."
It doesn't take much to reach for the handcuffs, close them on Jesper's wrists, and attach the chain to the secure spot over his head then leans away to admire his work.
"You look so pretty with those bracelets on."
There's one more thing to do to make it perfect. Kell catches the key for handcuffs, still in the lock, with his teeth pulling it out, then moves up to drop it into Jesper's hand, closing his fingers over the metal. He bites his wrist lightly to make a point.
"Hold on to this. Just don't try to unlock yourself."
This is fully intentional temptation. Kell will always give Jesper occasions to misbehave only so he can punish him. It feels so weird that he makes up those rules only so Jesper can break them. He wants Jesper to break them so he could then punish him for those imaginary transgressions. It does make him wonder if Jesper enjoys it at least as much he does.
"Turn around. On your knees, ass high."
It demands some creative wiggling on Jesper's part, now that he's chained to the headboard, but they're both young, agile and in a place that makes even more implausible physical feats possible. Kell doesn't have to wait long for Jesper to follow his command.
The sight almost makes him change his mind. Jeper's bare back, the line of his spine drawing Kell's gaze down to his ass now on full display. The urge to grab Jesper by his hips and just ram into him wells up, threatening to override whatever devious plan Kell had had before. He swallows hard, short of fully giving into the temptation, moves to kneel behind Jesper dragging his hands down Jesper's sides to grope his ass and press his own hardness against Jesper's all too inviting hole. He can't help but let a small moan slip.
"I could take you right now, but it would be a reward for your misbehavior not a punishment."
Saints, it's impossible how much he wants to do just that...
It won't be a long wait this time. Deprivation is fun, but tonight Kell wants to overwhelm both of them. Flood their minds with sensations so intense there will no place left for the memories of the horrors he's so desperately trying to run from. Jesper surely has a share of his own. Kell needed one look at him at the execution to know exactly that. And Horizon is the perfect place to forget. It's all in their heads, yes, but that's exactly the point. A different kind of healing can take place here. Such, that would not be possible anywhere outside of it. Not without causing a damage of its own.
Most often relief from pain is enough for healing of the body to start, but pain can also be a point of focus for a troubled mind. It's something Kell just starts to discover. Theirs have been very troubled lately. Kell's even more troubled after the execution that, in part, was supposed to work as reassurance, but ended only shattering his sense of safety further. Shaking what little control he was able to rebuild after returning to Thorne.
Kell calls for the flogger and it falls into his hand as naturally as if it was made for it. He starts to caress to Jesper's thighs and ass with soft, suede strands. Takes his time to fully get a feel how it is to handle this particular instrument of pain and pleasure. Only when he feels secure in his grip and control over it, is when he slides back allowing himself enough space to move. The strands are soft to the touch, but when swung they land on Jesper's thigh with a satisfying thwack, darkening the skin where it hit. Whatever was his plan, at the fourth lash Kell is all done. His mouth is parched, eyes wide, heart thumping, gasping for air like a drowning man. He's shivering, every nerve on fire, both dizzy with never before experienced type of pleasure and acutely aware of every single detail. Sight, sound, scent. Mad and blinded with lust.
He drops the flogger, crawls forward, then fucks into Jesper until they're both spent and panting, doesn't pull out even after that. Kell knows Jesper likes to be stuffed full long after the orgasm has rolled over both of them. That, and it would require him to move. He can't. Not before he calms his breath and gets his heart from trying to break free from his chest.
"How are you so irresistible..." he whispers, lips pressed to the back of Jesper's neck. "The more I fuck you, the more I end wanting to fuck you again."