Sometimes Jesper does feel like they're teenagers again, laughing and horny and touching like they can't get enough of each other. That's the sign of an eternal type of chemistry, when centuries later it can still sweep them up into it. He sucks on Wilhelm's fingers with all the eagerness he can muster but releases him to sink into a new kiss.

He turns around and puts his hands on the tree trunk, bending over pretty low so Wilhelm can get a really nice look at his offered ass that's his for the taking. He puts his feet a little apart so he's more open to whatever Wilhelm wants to do. "You could just slip right in if you wanted to." A wiggle of his ass playfully at Wilhelm. He knows he's going to get what he wants but sometimes he can be so impatient for it. It's a thrill every time, he never gets tired of it.

But he did listen to Wilhelm's request and looks over his shoulder at him, gray eyes fixed on Wilhelm's face. He can see Jesper's smirk and warm gaze underneath curly dark hair. The bronze dusting of his muscular body on full display for his lover. "My pretty, perfect Wille. I'd do anything you asked of me."