[ Jesper groans when Kell squeezes around him and yes, it is perfect, this is perfect. Kell is the hottest sheath for him he could ever look for and it is only Jesper's control over himself that keeps him from simply fucking them both into quick and wild release. Every time he's in him there is that impulse though, because they are so in tune with each other, they fit. He's had a lot of sex in his life and most of it good, but there is something unique about two people who have explosive chemistry in bed. And that's them. Sometimes it's all he can do to keep from going crazy inside of Kell.
Jesper plasters himself entirely over Kell, lining their bodies up as he moves in a slow rhythm. It makes it easy for Kell to get a hold of him, moaning when the nails dig in, the touch on his ass encouraging him to push a little deeper. He breaks out of the kiss only when they're both breathless and that's when he starts moving faster, doing the exact thing he'd just done with his mouth, keeping them on the edge. For a few seconds he goes harder, snapping his hips until Kell seems too into it, and then he slows it down again, never stopping the thrusting but changing the tempo. Long strokes inside, almost pulling out entirely to make that full thrust felt.
Jesper encourages both legs around him now so Kell can try and tug him in at his own pace, his mouth biting at Kell's ear, sucking the lobe, making little moans and pants into his ear so he can hear the impact of their lovemaking. ]
I love you, Kell. [ He whispers. ] My sweetest one.
[ In a way, he really is the sweetest in Jesper's heart, because he can be so many things, but he is always Jesper's. In their sex, they belong to each other.
No one can possibly keep it going like that forever and Kell is so open and needy, and they both need more. Jesper kisses his cheek and that is the last nice thing he does, because he really starts to move. He pins Kell to the bed with his weight and pounds him into the mattress, the force of his thrusts enough to make the bed thud almost as loud as the slap of their skin together.
Jesper forces most of his weight on one side so he can hold himself up with an arm and let the other one slip between them. It's a little harder to stroke Kell considering how forceful his own body is being, but between his hand and the friction of their bodies rubbing up against each other, it should be enough. He climbs and climbs and then cries out as he forces his way in deep, still stroking him and moving in small, sharp movements as the bliss falls over him.]
Love you,[ he murmurs, at the height of his pleasure. ]
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Jesper plasters himself entirely over Kell, lining their bodies up as he moves in a slow rhythm. It makes it easy for Kell to get a hold of him, moaning when the nails dig in, the touch on his ass encouraging him to push a little deeper. He breaks out of the kiss only when they're both breathless and that's when he starts moving faster, doing the exact thing he'd just done with his mouth, keeping them on the edge. For a few seconds he goes harder, snapping his hips until Kell seems too into it, and then he slows it down again, never stopping the thrusting but changing the tempo. Long strokes inside, almost pulling out entirely to make that full thrust felt.
Jesper encourages both legs around him now so Kell can try and tug him in at his own pace, his mouth biting at Kell's ear, sucking the lobe, making little moans and pants into his ear so he can hear the impact of their lovemaking. ]
I love you, Kell. [ He whispers. ] My sweetest one.
[ In a way, he really is the sweetest in Jesper's heart, because he can be so many things, but he is always Jesper's. In their sex, they belong to each other.
No one can possibly keep it going like that forever and Kell is so open and needy, and they both need more. Jesper kisses his cheek and that is the last nice thing he does, because he really starts to move. He pins Kell to the bed with his weight and pounds him into the mattress, the force of his thrusts enough to make the bed thud almost as loud as the slap of their skin together.
Jesper forces most of his weight on one side so he can hold himself up with an arm and let the other one slip between them. It's a little harder to stroke Kell considering how forceful his own body is being, but between his hand and the friction of their bodies rubbing up against each other, it should be enough. He climbs and climbs and then cries out as he forces his way in deep, still stroking him and moving in small, sharp movements as the bliss falls over him.]
Love you,[ he murmurs, at the height of his pleasure. ]