Jesper always means it. He is a very genuine person. He might get around a lot, but he's never callous about it, he likes people, and people like him. He chases sensation wherever he can get it, and lust has always been the safest of his greater impulses. Gambling and adrenaline give him a rush like nothing else, but this warm flush between them and the taste of Wilhelm on his lips can feed that part of him. Perhaps months ago he might have compared Wilhelm to Wylan, it would have been easy, they have some superficial qualities in common. But now Jesper's just here for him and the distraction they can give each other.

He notes the nickname and is about to repeat it when Wilhelm instead steals his breath away entirely. Jesper makes a pleased noise at the nip and kisses him deeply, leaning back to let Wilhelm settle onto his lap. He is slightly surprised by the forwardness but in the best possible way. Maybe he doesn't have to be so careful after all. Jesper puts an arm around his back to pull him close, right up against his body, and he surges up into him.

His hand slips under Wilhelm's shirt to run up his bare back and he uses his vantage point to let his mouth wander off Wilhelm's mouth to his cheek and then presses a hot string of kisses along the length of his slender neck. "Wille," he murmurs sweetly into his skin and nips at the curve of his neck right when it hits his shoulder.

He sucks very lightly on Wilhelm's neck, he can't leave a mark in the real world so this is harmless. Briefly he pulls his head up to look at Wilhelm's face, framing it with both of his hands affectionately.

"What do I have permission for, love?" Jesper is down for anything so he feels like communication is key when using gentle handling with someone else. He wants to be certain Wilhelm feels safe and wanted in this room. "Can I take your shirt off?"