Watching Jesper come undone for him, unraveling as fast as the music that spins around the wedding celebration, collapsing to what beats at his core — raw desire, as breath-taking as any vein of crystal shot through rock — it lights something in Wilhelm. It sharpens his own wanting to an excruciating edge on which he can stay balanced only for so long.
As he rubs his shaft over Jesper's hole, treacherously sweet and slow, and he drags his palms along his bronzed arms, from wrist to crook to bicep, Wilhelm's desire too emanates out of him in waves of transfigurative power. Overhead, the leaves burst from late spring green to autumn reds and oranges. They fall off while still in the height of their brilliance, drifting around the wedding guests who exult in the miracle of it.
"Beautiful," he sighs into Jesper's shoulder. His hands are back on his hips, petting him, soothing him.
Taking him — finally bending to his pleas, Wilhelm pushes inside in one slow steady thrust. A groan rises up from somewhere deep. His breath sinks and swells as he settles into a rhythm, firm and full but not rushed. Not yet.
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As he rubs his shaft over Jesper's hole, treacherously sweet and slow, and he drags his palms along his bronzed arms, from wrist to crook to bicep, Wilhelm's desire too emanates out of him in waves of transfigurative power. Overhead, the leaves burst from late spring green to autumn reds and oranges. They fall off while still in the height of their brilliance, drifting around the wedding guests who exult in the miracle of it.
"Beautiful," he sighs into Jesper's shoulder. His hands are back on his hips, petting him, soothing him.
Taking him — finally bending to his pleas, Wilhelm pushes inside in one slow steady thrust. A groan rises up from somewhere deep. His breath sinks and swells as he settles into a rhythm, firm and full but not rushed. Not yet.
"Is this what you wanted?"