Kell is all delirious mess under Jesper's expert tongue and fingers. Unable to form a single coherent sentence among the gasps and moans. He transforms completely when Jesper's finally goes full in in. Jesper is so cautious, dipping shallow, only moving in small, careful motions. It almost makes Kell want to tell him to hurry up and fuck him already, but Jesper is so good too him. So attentive, so careful to stretch him well, that Kell can't bring himself to complain now. It would have been so unfair. He does pout a bit, the expression quickly dissolving into blissful contentment when Jesper finally goes fully in.

Kell licks his lips watching as pleasure and need overtake Jesper when he lets himself feel them. His chest raising and falling in a laboured breath, smirk gracing his lips, lust like fire in his silver eyes. All for him, for Kell, and Kell soakes the attention like a needy, spoiled cat. He stretches, arching into Jesper when he pulls then pushes back in, matching Jesper's movements until they're perfectly synchronized.

"Yes. Just like that." he breathes out. Voice barely above whisper, low and dripping with pleasure.

Kell reaches up, lacing his fingers behind Jesper's neck to pull him down into a long, greedy kiss, parting his lips to lure him in.

"Fuck me, Jesper," Kell whispers into their kiss. "Fuck me long and hard. Fuck me until I see stars. I want to come on your cock."