With Simon, they'd stumbled through all of this for the first time together. It was a sort of unchartered territory they were trying to map, and he'd loved every second of it, every little discovery. But those stubborn memories make it that much more obvious that Jesper knows exactly what he's doing. His tongue slipping into his mouth smooth as silk, thumb soothing the hinge of his thigh, loosening him; his hand directing the angle of his head to expose the slope of his neck, lips melting against the skin there. Wilhelm gets lost in it.

By the time Jesper pulls away, he's half-forgotten how to speak. He tinges pink as he realizes that the room, although empty at the moment, isn't exactly private. Of course Mr. Popularity over here must receive visitors all the time.

"No," he answers emphatically, poking Jesper's chest with both pointer fingers. That's for the exhibitionism comment, of course. Wilhelm can honestly think of next to nothing that's less appealing. His gaze flicks to the room Jesper indicated, and his lips curl into a shy grin. "Yeah, let's...let's do that."

Standing, he remembers the drink he never tried. Might as well take a sip now — it's not that he has any doubts to chase away, but a little extra confidence never hurts.