(Jesper loves sex for so many reasons but it's partly because he feels like he was made for it. The adrenaline rush, the feeling of Nikolai so close to him, hot and hard, his body on fire. It's always so good, even the times it's been bad, it's been good. But Nikolai's body is hot as hell, Jespers admiring his arms, his chest, the way his body ripples as it moves.
He takes in a breath when Nikolai pulls back, letting it out in a long groan when he plunges into his body again. It's clear that he is intentionally tightening around Nikolai the deeper he is, like he wants to clench to torture him with more sensation.)
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(Jesper loves sex for so many reasons but it's partly because he feels like he was made for it. The adrenaline rush, the feeling of Nikolai so close to him, hot and hard, his body on fire. It's always so good, even the times it's been bad, it's been good. But Nikolai's body is hot as hell, Jespers admiring his arms, his chest, the way his body ripples as it moves.
He takes in a breath when Nikolai pulls back, letting it out in a long groan when he plunges into his body again. It's clear that he is intentionally tightening around Nikolai the deeper he is, like he wants to clench to torture him with more sensation.)
Saints, please, Nikolai. Pound me into this bed.