Jesper's breath catches when he feels Wilhelm at his entrance and he settles in anticipation for him to push inside. He waits a few excruciating seconds before realizing he's going to still be difficult. "Damn you." He swears under his breath but he doesn't push back to take the cock in purposely. It would be very easy. He could if he wanted to, but this is more about Wille deciding when and how. So he plays the game obediently.

He allows him to pin his hands too, doing as he's asking by gripping the bark instead of putting his fingers all over him. All of Jesper's actions speak to how good he's being, but he nods anyway to Wilhelm's question. "Yes, please, I'm being so good for you, can't you see?" It's not easy when Wilhelm is pressed up against him like that and he loves the mess, he loves the sweat. He moans and grips the tree, it turning into smoother wood underneath his fingertips, his powers coming out.

"Baby, please, Wille, I'll do anything." The music nearby seems to pick up as energy suffuses through the air, and dancing starts in earnest. They have their very own mood music and the sound of feet thumping on the ground in excitement. Jesper can't push back or he'll be forcing Wilhelm inside of him so he just keeps passive in position, but his heart is racing. "Fuck me, I'm begging."