Later, when he thinks about it, Kell will marvel at the wonder of Horizon magic that lets him feel things his body has never experienced in the waking world. How was it even possible for his mind to know, to be able to translate all the sensations Jesper floods him with. So caring, kind, and expertly deliberate with everything he does.
What magic is needed for this kind of transfer that is able to create memories of new sensations for which there is nothing to base them on. Kell is used to thinking things into the ground, before he even lets himself experience them. He has quite vivid imagination. Too often imagination was the only thing he had, so he'd let it run late into some very lonely nights, fantasizing how it could be to feel to have another man inside him. The whole scenario from the very start of seduction to end with him getting ruthlessly banged into the mattress.
That's why he can be so sure Horizon doesn't just pull stuff from their memories to make up what it shows them. Having Jesper fuck him now feels nothing like whatever he imagined. Different, weirder, overwhelming to the point that he has no words for it. With practice, he might get used to it. Maybe even stay lucid, though that's doubtful with how good Jesper is with hitting him every single time in all the right places. Changing his pace, angle and position right after Kell got used to it, making him lose his mind all over again.
Kell moans when Jesper bites his lip. Sharp sting of pain shooting right through his nerves, more intense than it has the right to be. A clear line, like a needle piercing his skin, against the backdrop of all the previous sweetness. For one, fleeting moment, before Jesper moves him again, it sends Kell into a state of such intense focus, such acute awareness, that he's able to take in every single sensation he feels all at once. Pain in pleasure. Receiving it feels as good as giving it. It feeds the part of himself that only Jesper has seen. Then the moment ends. Jesper thrusts into him so hard that Kell has to fight for breath. So full of him, it feels like there's no space left for air.
"So you like what you see?" Kell purrs breathless.
He's slowly unravelling under Jesper's expert touch, letting him move him however he likes. A fleeting thought crosses Kell's mind, that it might be fun to try this position with their places reversed. There's the thing with Kell, he's never only selfishly taking. With every new thing Jesper does to him, he learns, picking up things he might want to do to Jesper in turn.
This is the moment, when unable to take a full breath with Jesper having folded him in half, his cock caught between their bodies tortured by the friction, Jesper hitting him in just the perfect spot with every thrust, crushing his lips in a kiss, Kell finally lets go. Allows himself to simply take it all in.
"I trust you," he whispers between moans and whimpers. "I want everything you want to give me. All of it."
He's so maddeningly close to coming, but doesn't want it just yet. It feels too good to be free of all thought, all worry, with Jesper taking all his focus hostage. He can't hold back either, having fully ceded all control over his body to Jesper. To be able to orgasm only when Jesper gives it to him, and surprisingly, it feels like the most natural, the most right thing. Safe, content, protected, spoiled with pleasure and attention.
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What magic is needed for this kind of transfer that is able to create memories of new sensations for which there is nothing to base them on. Kell is used to thinking things into the ground, before he even lets himself experience them. He has quite vivid imagination. Too often imagination was the only thing he had, so he'd let it run late into some very lonely nights, fantasizing how it could be to feel to have another man inside him. The whole scenario from the very start of seduction to end with him getting ruthlessly banged into the mattress.
That's why he can be so sure Horizon doesn't just pull stuff from their memories to make up what it shows them. Having Jesper fuck him now feels nothing like whatever he imagined. Different, weirder, overwhelming to the point that he has no words for it. With practice, he might get used to it. Maybe even stay lucid, though that's doubtful with how good Jesper is with hitting him every single time in all the right places. Changing his pace, angle and position right after Kell got used to it, making him lose his mind all over again.
Kell moans when Jesper bites his lip. Sharp sting of pain shooting right through his nerves, more intense than it has the right to be. A clear line, like a needle piercing his skin, against the backdrop of all the previous sweetness. For one, fleeting moment, before Jesper moves him again, it sends Kell into a state of such intense focus, such acute awareness, that he's able to take in every single sensation he feels all at once. Pain in pleasure. Receiving it feels as good as giving it. It feeds the part of himself that only Jesper has seen. Then the moment ends. Jesper thrusts into him so hard that Kell has to fight for breath. So full of him, it feels like there's no space left for air.
"So you like what you see?" Kell purrs breathless.
He's slowly unravelling under Jesper's expert touch, letting him move him however he likes. A fleeting thought crosses Kell's mind, that it might be fun to try this position with their places reversed. There's the thing with Kell, he's never only selfishly taking. With every new thing Jesper does to him, he learns, picking up things he might want to do to Jesper in turn.
This is the moment, when unable to take a full breath with Jesper having folded him in half, his cock caught between their bodies tortured by the friction, Jesper hitting him in just the perfect spot with every thrust, crushing his lips in a kiss, Kell finally lets go. Allows himself to simply take it all in.
"I trust you," he whispers between moans and whimpers. "I want everything you want to give me. All of it."
He's so maddeningly close to coming, but doesn't want it just yet. It feels too good to be free of all thought, all worry, with Jesper taking all his focus hostage. He can't hold back either, having fully ceded all control over his body to Jesper. To be able to orgasm only when Jesper gives it to him, and surprisingly, it feels like the most natural, the most right thing. Safe, content, protected, spoiled with pleasure and attention.
"Please, I want to feel only you."