[Trust is essential to what they have. Without trust, Jesper would have never seen the dark part of Kell, and he accepts that one a lot more, than he does his helpless, needy part. Which is the one that Jesper experience now, when he treats Kell with such veneration.
Being the pretty body on display soaking admiration and praise. Indulged and pampered, like some exotic creature deserving its special treatment. A vessel for pleasure as much as the source of it. All this stands in direct contrast to the person Kell usually considers himself to be. In more contrast to what he lets other people see. He allows it for Jesper. Not only allows, he actively wants him to see. Like that time in Jesper's Horizon domain when Jesper made a mirror on the ceiling showing Kell how beautiful they look together, and Kell who never thought about himself as pretty - handsome, interesting, compelling, maybe, but not beautiful - stared at their bodies moving together in awe; the image etched into his memory forever. He wants Jesper to see what he showed him then. To make Jesper look at him with the same hunger, he did then. Like he looks at him now, after he undressed Kell completely.]
Yes, [Kell agrees, eyes half-closed, lips curled in a lazy smile, spreading his legs wider, shifting his body to make it even more enticing.] and all of it for you to play with.
[He reaches down to caress Jesper's cheek, but lets his hand fall onto the bed the moment Jesper lifts his leg over his shoulder.]
I know and I trust you.
[All else, if there even was anything left, gets drowned by the stream of moans that spill out of Kell's lips once Jesper starts. He takes his sweet, sweet time with Kell. Thread by thread winding him up, hot and hard, all but begging for a release, and yet enjoying every second of delay. It's not the mindless madness they sometime indulge in, but a slow and deliberate process of increasing the pressure. Kell enjoys every second of it. There can only be one more thing that would made it feel even better. One thing he hungers for even more than Jesper's mouth on his cock.
When Jesper finally swallows him whole all the way down to the hilt, Kell almost cries out. It's like with the mirror, but this time Kell wants to see. He lifts his head to look. The sight of Jesper's head buried between his thighs renders Kell speechless. But what breaks it for him is feeling that single finger slip in so effortlessly. Selfish and greedy, Kell already wants more. It's only because of the trust they share that Kell is able to ask for it.]
I want you in me, Jesper. [Every word of his half plea, half demand, leaves Kell's lips followed by a moan or stretched into one.] I want you to make love to me slowly. I want to feel every inch of you.
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Date: 2023-12-22 11:32 pm (UTC)Being the pretty body on display soaking admiration and praise. Indulged and pampered, like some exotic creature deserving its special treatment. A vessel for pleasure as much as the source of it. All this stands in direct contrast to the person Kell usually considers himself to be. In more contrast to what he lets other people see. He allows it for Jesper. Not only allows, he actively wants him to see. Like that time in Jesper's Horizon domain when Jesper made a mirror on the ceiling showing Kell how beautiful they look together, and Kell who never thought about himself as pretty - handsome, interesting, compelling, maybe, but not beautiful - stared at their bodies moving together in awe; the image etched into his memory forever. He wants Jesper to see what he showed him then. To make Jesper look at him with the same hunger, he did then. Like he looks at him now, after he undressed Kell completely.]
Yes, [Kell agrees, eyes half-closed, lips curled in a lazy smile, spreading his legs wider, shifting his body to make it even more enticing.] and all of it for you to play with.
[He reaches down to caress Jesper's cheek, but lets his hand fall onto the bed the moment Jesper lifts his leg over his shoulder.]
I know and I trust you.
[All else, if there even was anything left, gets drowned by the stream of moans that spill out of Kell's lips once Jesper starts. He takes his sweet, sweet time with Kell. Thread by thread winding him up, hot and hard, all but begging for a release, and yet enjoying every second of delay. It's not the mindless madness they sometime indulge in, but a slow and deliberate process of increasing the pressure. Kell enjoys every second of it. There can only be one more thing that would made it feel even better. One thing he hungers for even more than Jesper's mouth on his cock.
When Jesper finally swallows him whole all the way down to the hilt, Kell almost cries out. It's like with the mirror, but this time Kell wants to see. He lifts his head to look. The sight of Jesper's head buried between his thighs renders Kell speechless. But what breaks it for him is feeling that single finger slip in so effortlessly. Selfish and greedy, Kell already wants more. It's only because of the trust they share that Kell is able to ask for it.]
I want you in me, Jesper. [Every word of his half plea, half demand, leaves Kell's lips followed by a moan or stretched into one.] I want you to make love to me slowly. I want to feel every inch of you.