Their bodies were not made for each other, maybe, but they have molded to each other over time, like two trees that have grown side by side over the centuries, each one's branches making space for the other's. Although Wilhelm knows Jesper's body by heart — the contours of his limbs entwined with his own, the fit of his heat wrapped around him — this deep familiarity has never worn out the thrill of these moments they share.

It gets harder to talk as pleasure engulfs him, white-hot flames licking his insides. His breath sags into sweltering groans, his hips push hungrily against Jesper, and his fingers drift down the jutting V of bone to palm at his cock. The world narrows to Jesper, or Jesper amplifies to occupy the whole of the world. Everything else, the flurry of wedding revelers, the current of scarlet leaves, fades away at its edges.

"Jes—" Breathlessly, with eyelashes fluttering low. "I need you...to look at me."

The now naked branches stretching over them begin to bud again, soft green potential at their tips. With each thrust they swell bigger, until one starts to split, then another.