Kell looks away, painfully aware that he's all flushed red again. Damn his pale skin betraying his stupid nerves every single time. It's so silly, he shouldn't be nervous. Not with Jesper, not after what they've already done. Then it dawns on him. He's not nervous, he's excited. It's so easy to mix the two, and Kell is so not used to the feeling of such giddy anticipation. He's not used to getting what he wants just because he asked for it.
"And I'm lucky. I get to have my first time with you twice."
He laughs when Jesper flips them again with effortless ease. Closes his eyes to let himself sink into their kiss with no restraint. He likes the heat of their more passionate rounds, but he likes this too. It's a different type of pleasure. Maybe less crazy, a lot less intense, but it's wonderful on its own terms.
It still feels like a dream to even have it at all. Kell would have never believed his angry defiance on the ship could ever end with something so beautiful like this. He has been very drunk that evening, but it was more his rage than booze that pushed to him to decide to just drop all pretense, ignore all the rules and any reservations he might. They brought them on this stupid sea voyage against their will, as fucking trophies, not more than status symbol to show off? Very well. They will get what they wished for. Kell decided he's going to take the pleasure trip very literally, but his concept of fun usually amounted to getting immorally plastered. Definitely he did not expect to end in bed with a handsome stranger having absolutely mind-blowing sex until morning.
It has been a perfect storm of circumstance and convenience.
"You were utterly irresistible," Kell responds to the compliment with one of his own arching into Jesper's touch. His lips, his breath hot against Kell's skin, the sweet torment of Jesper's teeth on his nipples, sending shivers down his spine. "You still are."
Kell's breath quickens into short inhales, followed by equally desperate exhales dissolving into moans as Jesper plays with his hole, teasing his now painfully hard cock. Then Jesper breaches the ring of tight muscle to sink his first finger in and Kell clenches purely on reflex. It feels weird, but a good type of weird and he wants more of it.
"I don't know if you'll be believe me if I say I'm not usually like that. I was fine the moment I sat at that table." Kell's reply comes in short, broken bursts punctuated by gasps and moans whenever Jesper moves his finger inside him. "Then you smiled at me, and I cannot for the love of Saints recall what we were talking about, the words are just blur in my memory. I do remember I had that one obsessive thought rattling around my skull. I had no idea how to make it happen, I didn't even know your name then, but all I could think of was that I need you to throw me at the nearest wall and fuck me senseless. A bed would be nice, but if we won't be able to find one I couldn't care less."
Kell's lust is more often a long simmering flame, not such an explosive flash fire. It helped to find the subject of his desire eager and wanting to get to the point immediately. It helped that he was too drunk to stop himself from leaning into Jesper's effortless flirt. That he didn't overthink his replies into oblivion.
"I'm glad we tried something else first. It would have been such a waste to rush it. Do it to me slowly, Jesper. I want to take you all in. I want you to fill me whole."
It's quite the improvement that he's even able to say such things. Even if that's still way too many words. Not all of them needed. Not all of them actually sexy. At least he doesn't trip over the cheesiness and awkwardness of it all. Doesn't stop to correct himself in flight. Just lets them flow. Kell is a fast learner, but needs someone to drag him out of his head and make him try things. Jesper is a master of both.
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"And I'm lucky. I get to have my first time with you twice."
He laughs when Jesper flips them again with effortless ease. Closes his eyes to let himself sink into their kiss with no restraint. He likes the heat of their more passionate rounds, but he likes this too. It's a different type of pleasure. Maybe less crazy, a lot less intense, but it's wonderful on its own terms.
It still feels like a dream to even have it at all. Kell would have never believed his angry defiance on the ship could ever end with something so beautiful like this. He has been very drunk that evening, but it was more his rage than booze that pushed to him to decide to just drop all pretense, ignore all the rules and any reservations he might. They brought them on this stupid sea voyage against their will, as fucking trophies, not more than status symbol to show off? Very well. They will get what they wished for. Kell decided he's going to take the pleasure trip very literally, but his concept of fun usually amounted to getting immorally plastered. Definitely he did not expect to end in bed with a handsome stranger having absolutely mind-blowing sex until morning.
It has been a perfect storm of circumstance and convenience.
"You were utterly irresistible," Kell responds to the compliment with one of his own arching into Jesper's touch. His lips, his breath hot against Kell's skin, the sweet torment of Jesper's teeth on his nipples, sending shivers down his spine. "You still are."
Kell's breath quickens into short inhales, followed by equally desperate exhales dissolving into moans as Jesper plays with his hole, teasing his now painfully hard cock. Then Jesper breaches the ring of tight muscle to sink his first finger in and Kell clenches purely on reflex. It feels weird, but a good type of weird and he wants more of it.
"I don't know if you'll be believe me if I say I'm not usually like that. I was fine the moment I sat at that table." Kell's reply comes in short, broken bursts punctuated by gasps and moans whenever Jesper moves his finger inside him. "Then you smiled at me, and I cannot for the love of Saints recall what we were talking about, the words are just blur in my memory. I do remember I had that one obsessive thought rattling around my skull. I had no idea how to make it happen, I didn't even know your name then, but all I could think of was that I need you to throw me at the nearest wall and fuck me senseless. A bed would be nice, but if we won't be able to find one I couldn't care less."
Kell's lust is more often a long simmering flame, not such an explosive flash fire. It helped to find the subject of his desire eager and wanting to get to the point immediately. It helped that he was too drunk to stop himself from leaning into Jesper's effortless flirt. That he didn't overthink his replies into oblivion.
"I'm glad we tried something else first. It would have been such a waste to rush it. Do it to me slowly, Jesper. I want to take you all in. I want you to fill me whole."
It's quite the improvement that he's even able to say such things. Even if that's still way too many words. Not all of them needed. Not all of them actually sexy. At least he doesn't trip over the cheesiness and awkwardness of it all. Doesn't stop to correct himself in flight. Just lets them flow. Kell is a fast learner, but needs someone to drag him out of his head and make him try things. Jesper is a master of both.