This is usually the best way to make Jesper feel better when he's in a bad mindset. He has no shame about that. Desire is blinding, it's pure sensation, it's beautiful. It wouldn't bother him that Wilhelm's in his head about someone else because he wouldn't consider that a reflection on him. Jesper's very confident and if giving Wilhelm a well-earned distraction from whatever is bothering him will be helpful, it's the kindest sort of thing he can do for a friend. Although obviously not selfless.

Jesper gets rid of the t-shirt and eagerly runs his long fingers over Wilhelm's chest and back. He's so soft; Jesper would not be surprised to hear he's a royal. He knows the smooth perfect skin of rich boys. He lets Wilhelm undo his shirt and shrugs out of it easily. Jesper is very skinny and leanly muscled, his limbs long but thin.

His hands move down to Wilhelm's thighs and he grips them only so he can lift him and do a graceful spin move, settling Wilhelm on his back on the bed instead. Jesper moves on top of him and slides between his legs, stealing a kiss again. One hand holds him steady on top of Wilhelm while the other runs down his neck and over his torso. He experimentally brushes a thumb against his nipple just to see what he likes. He loves learning new partners.

"You're so pretty, pigeon," he murmurs, catching his breath. "Am I being acceptably distracting?" Jesper smiles, sucking on his bottom lip.