As Jesper turns and poses himself against the tree, Wilhelm's hands stay on him, draping his hip, snaking around his waist to trace the jutting bone. He grants a playful little spank when Jesper wiggles his ass at him. He drags the weight of his gaze over his body and drinks him in. After all this time, he's still awestruck.
"Can you be patient for me, my love?" The question hums low in his throat, husky and honeyed.
Bringing his spit-slicked fingers to Jesper's entrance, he glides over the tight muscle without inserting himself yet. With desire heating his blood and hazing his brain, a part of him wants nothing more than to slide into Jesper and fuck him silly against the tree. But he knows how sweet it is to prolong this rush, to balance on the edge of release until the last possible second — and then plunge all at once into something fuller, deeper, breath-stealing.
So pulling Jesper's hips toward him, Wilhelm nestles his shaft against the cleft of his ass and thrusts into a slow rhythm. His cock, like his fingers before, glides over Jesper's entrance to tease him with friction.
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"Can you be patient for me, my love?" The question hums low in his throat, husky and honeyed.
Bringing his spit-slicked fingers to Jesper's entrance, he glides over the tight muscle without inserting himself yet. With desire heating his blood and hazing his brain, a part of him wants nothing more than to slide into Jesper and fuck him silly against the tree. But he knows how sweet it is to prolong this rush, to balance on the edge of release until the last possible second — and then plunge all at once into something fuller, deeper, breath-stealing.
So pulling Jesper's hips toward him, Wilhelm nestles his shaft against the cleft of his ass and thrusts into a slow rhythm. His cock, like his fingers before, glides over Jesper's entrance to tease him with friction.