Their relationship has evolved over the centuries, but its core is immutable. They care about each other deeply, as friends, as lovers, as two people whose lives have intertwined. Between them, sex is a comfortable space they can come back to, a shared adventure, a form of conversation.

Where Jesper leads, Wilhelm follows. Laughing like they're still the teenagers they were when they first met, he lets him pull him into the shade of the tree. As his clothes fall off, he shivers in anticipation, head lolling, secret smile curving his lips. He crashes into the kiss, tongue tracing Jesper's perfect pout.

"It makes me feel horny," he laughs. With Jesper naked and wrapped around him, it's impossible not to touch him all over, and Wilhelm helps himself to his lean thighs, a handful of his ass. He curls his fingers in Jesper's mouth, taken in by the hollowing of his cheeks. After all this time, Jesper still has the power to render him speechless.

But not for long, not yet. He smiles into another kiss, sweetness edged with hunger.

"Bend over first. But don't stop looking at me, Jes."