Wilhelm bites his lip as a grin breaks across his face. It's a game they play, Jesper throwing himself headlong into his impatience, trying to pull him in with him, and Wilhelm pretending he has the patience to resist. He lets Jesper get away with it for a moment, hitching his hips so that the head of his cock comes to rest against Jesper's hole.

But he still won't push in, and he grabs Jesper's hands to pin them against the tree. Rough enough to jolt him with excitement, gentle enough to avoid scraping his palms on the bark. The movement forces him flush against Jesper's spine, sweat and anticipation sticking them together.

"Be good," Wilhelm murmurs, brushing his shoulder blade with kisses. Messy, wet, hot with his breath. Slowly, he pushes his hips to keep teasing Jesper with the hard heat of his cock. A groan melts from his mouth against Jesper's bronzed skin as his desire burns hotter.

"Can't you be good for me?"