[There are different needs that exist within him simultaneously. Kell does not switch between cruel and tender, between the desire to give and receive pleasure. It's all there all the time. The beautiful thing, one of its myriad gifts, in having sex with Jesper, or simply being in his company, is that he doesn't have to pick one and shun the rest. He can be all, whole in his complicated, scarred messiness. Show him all, fully let him in. So he does.
Kell lets Jesper guide him up, take his shirt off, spread his legs to give Jesper better access to his body, freely responding to all this wonderful attention with moans and whimpers, his breath quickening, his pulse already racing. And if there's one more thing making it all even better, it's hearing Jesper talk. Kell loves it when Jesper tells him what he's going to do to him and how much they're both going to enjoy it. That Kell is able to answer is evidence to how far they have gone from that first night on the ship. And that - when it's his turn - Kell is able to tell Jesper what he wants to do to him too. Still not easy, but possible. Nothing short of a miracle knowing where they started.]
I love it when you touch me.
[Jesper knows exactly how to touch him for Kell to slowly, but completely unravel, melt into his hands. Hot breath on Kell's bare skin, decisive slide of his hand down Kell's body, both pulling his attention immediately to the sensation and keeping it there. Jesper's word flashing heat right through him in anticipation of promised pleasure.]
Yes, a-ah, Jesper. [Whatever smart response Kell had prepared is reduced to a string of breathless pleas.] I want it, I need it. Your sweet lips, your tongue, I want to feel them on me.
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Kell lets Jesper guide him up, take his shirt off, spread his legs to give Jesper better access to his body, freely responding to all this wonderful attention with moans and whimpers, his breath quickening, his pulse already racing. And if there's one more thing making it all even better, it's hearing Jesper talk. Kell loves it when Jesper tells him what he's going to do to him and how much they're both going to enjoy it. That Kell is able to answer is evidence to how far they have gone from that first night on the ship. And that - when it's his turn - Kell is able to tell Jesper what he wants to do to him too. Still not easy, but possible. Nothing short of a miracle knowing where they started.]
I love it when you touch me.
[Jesper knows exactly how to touch him for Kell to slowly, but completely unravel, melt into his hands. Hot breath on Kell's bare skin, decisive slide of his hand down Kell's body, both pulling his attention immediately to the sensation and keeping it there. Jesper's word flashing heat right through him in anticipation of promised pleasure.]
Yes, a-ah, Jesper. [Whatever smart response Kell had prepared is reduced to a string of breathless pleas.] I want it, I need it. Your sweet lips, your tongue, I want to feel them on me.