Jesper doesn't remember the first time they did this, it was so long ago, but he does know it's always been good. Their chemistry as friends and lovers is eternal and fiery. They can go from sweet and playful to passionate and intense at the snap of fingers, and there's nothing more special than a relationship that can bend in any way it needs. He knows that Wilhelm will give him what he needs and make him grateful for it. The anticipation is all that's left.

All he can do at first when Wilhelm first pushes inside is sigh in relief. It's pure heat, a fire equal to the one burning in his veins, and he squeezes around Wilhelm on purpose. Because otherwise he is relaxed as can be, getting what he wants, but he likes to tighten around him, to hold him snug and close. Jesper is so focused on their bodies that he misses the leaves at first, but when he opens his eyes to see them spinning toward the ground, he has to laugh. It is beautiful, these natural parts of their divinity in sync.

The relief turns into pleasure and the wood underneath his fingers turns into a different type of wood, into something heavier and solid. He goes between hisses of 'yes' and little moans as Wilhelm starts a nice pace, not demanding now he's full of his lover and fed by the second. "Mmmm, yes, Wille, I want your cock. I crave it." He sounds dreamy and delighted because he is, the act giving him more than physical sensation. It pours gasoline on him, the desire making him glow, glistening and bright, a pure light emanating from him.

"Fuck me like I'm the only thing you can see. Make me your world."