It's been centuries and Wilhelm can still make his blood feel like it's boiling. If it's even blood in his veins anymore, who knows, but the point is, he's on fire in the best sense. Passion for Jesper has always been easy but as a well-fed god, surrounded by humans currently cherishing one another, he's glowing from it. He smiles into his neck as Wilhelm presses against him, his desperation for more rising too, and he releases him.

Only to grab his hands and tug him toward said tree, teleporting them both so it's only a blip before they're up against it. Jesper's back against the wood, his hand sliding over Wilhelm's clothes and they don't have to tear, they simply fall off him, the Durast in him still very real even now. He makes himself bare the same way and drags Wilhelm into him, kissing him hard.

"How do you want it? Me bent over? You holding me up? Both?" Jesper laughs when he breaks away from the kiss and bites Wilhelm's lip, already putting a leg up over his hip to reel him in close. "The god of love is yours to fuck, how does that make you feel?" He closes his mouth around Wilhelm's fingers, wetting them so he can use them if he wants. Technically Jesper doesn't need to be opened up, he can be willing in a second, they have that power, it's all about Wilhelm's preferences at the moment. And Jesper has always been great at adapting to his needs.