That's the thing with Kell, he's always guarded, closed off, distrustful to the point of paranoia. To most people, he's all spikes and scowl. Then there are few people who can actually see the real him. It doesn't come easily or quickly to get into that second group. Yet Jesper, with his irresistible charm, his disarming smile, his kindness and passion, managed to waltz into it like it was his birthright. Kell would have been rightfully scared how easy that was, if only he'd let himself think about it for a second. He can't. There's no space left in his mind for anything other than feeling. Jesper's touch leaves him open in more ways than just welcoming his prodding fingers into his body. Jesper's words of encouragement melt whatever barriers his touch has not obliterated yet, teasing from Kell all kinds of sounds, words, gasps, little pathetic whimpers when Jesper touches him just right.
Kell gives a little yelp when Jesper lifts his hips up to slide a pillow under his ass. The cold of the fabric coming in contact with his overheated skin sends a tiny shock through his body making him shiver. He has no time to linger on the sensation. Jesper is already pulling his attention elsewhere, adding a second finger to stretch him further.
"Mmmmm... this feels so good."
Kell moans, pushing his hips down to better feel the fingers filling him. He can already understand why Jesper likes to keep him in long after they both come when it's Kell's turn to take him. And those are only two fingers. Kell trembles at the thought how perfect it's going to feel to have Jesper's cock inside him. It's all too easy imagine himself coming from holding it in. Then Jesper moves him again, pulling Kell from his fantasy into the moment. Never had he been so open like with his legs on Jesper's shoulders. Never felt so safe being so open. Waiting in anticipation for the next sensation, next bout of pleasure Jesper is going to give him. He has no way to prepare himself what comes next. Now way of anticipating it when Jesper takes his fingers away but gives him something better.
Jesper's skilful tongue, wet and hot, tears Kell's breath from his lungs as it makes its way first around then into his well-prepared hole. Kell shouts, all tensing from the sudden intrusion. His arms fall to the side, hands grasping at the sheets, back arching, toes curling.
"A-aah Jesper! Saints! Oh, fuck!"
Kell melts into a mess of sheer burning need, babbling incoherently, while Jesper eats him up, turning his mind blank and his insides into jelly. If he only had a single thought to spare, he would have died of embarrassment how easy it is to send him down this path. How little Jesper needs to do to him. How pathetic he must sound, all unravelled under Jesper's extraordinary tongue. It's good that this very tongue keeps all such thought away, leaving space for nothing but pleasure.
"Please. A-aah. So good. Please. Jesper. More. "
It seems they're both good at begging when the occasion calls for it.
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Then there are few people who can actually see the real him. It doesn't come easily or quickly to get into that second group. Yet Jesper, with his irresistible charm, his disarming smile, his kindness and passion, managed to waltz into it like it was his birthright. Kell would have been rightfully scared how easy that was, if only he'd let himself think about it for a second. He can't. There's no space left in his mind for anything other than feeling. Jesper's touch leaves him open in more ways than just welcoming his prodding fingers into his body. Jesper's words of encouragement melt whatever barriers his touch has not obliterated yet, teasing from Kell all kinds of sounds, words, gasps, little pathetic whimpers when Jesper touches him just right.
Kell gives a little yelp when Jesper lifts his hips up to slide a pillow under his ass. The cold of the fabric coming in contact with his overheated skin sends a tiny shock through his body making him shiver. He has no time to linger on the sensation. Jesper is already pulling his attention elsewhere, adding a second finger to stretch him further.
"Mmmmm... this feels so good."
Kell moans, pushing his hips down to better feel the fingers filling him. He can already understand why Jesper likes to keep him in long after they both come when it's Kell's turn to take him. And those are only two fingers. Kell trembles at the thought how perfect it's going to feel to have Jesper's cock inside him. It's all too easy imagine himself coming from holding it in. Then Jesper moves him again, pulling Kell from his fantasy into the moment. Never had he been so open like with his legs on Jesper's shoulders. Never felt so safe being so open. Waiting in anticipation for the next sensation, next bout of pleasure Jesper is going to give him. He has no way to prepare himself what comes next. Now way of anticipating it when Jesper takes his fingers away but gives him something better.
Jesper's skilful tongue, wet and hot, tears Kell's breath from his lungs as it makes its way first around then into his well-prepared hole. Kell shouts, all tensing from the sudden intrusion. His arms fall to the side, hands grasping at the sheets, back arching, toes curling.
"A-aah Jesper! Saints! Oh, fuck!"
Kell melts into a mess of sheer burning need, babbling incoherently, while Jesper eats him up, turning his mind blank and his insides into jelly. If he only had a single thought to spare, he would have died of embarrassment how easy it is to send him down this path. How little Jesper needs to do to him. How pathetic he must sound, all unravelled under Jesper's extraordinary tongue. It's good that this very tongue keeps all such thought away, leaving space for nothing but pleasure.
"Please. A-aah. So good. Please. Jesper. More. "
It seems they're both good at begging when the occasion calls for it.