Wilhelm is still in that state of heartbreak where he thinks he'll always compare everyone he kisses to Simon, and autumn will always be an ache because falling leaves remind him of falling in love. He still has to keep up the caution tape in his mind to keep himself from trespassing into memories of him. But Jesper, warm and so sure of himself that it's infectious, is easy to sink into. As their lips move together and Jesper's fingers weave in his hair, Wilhelm lets everything else shrink away. He lets himself be suspended in now.

There's a moment, in that initial break, where his eyes flutter open and he's almost thrown off by the not-yet-familiar landscape of Jesper's face. Just as fast, he dives back in. His fingers trail down the side of Jesper's neck, trace his shirt collar and buttons. His lips part for him, welcoming the warm glide of his tongue, goading him with a flick of his own. A soft sigh curls in the back of his throat.

Funny, how even ten minutes ago he couldn't have predicted that this was where the day would lead him.