With eyes half-lidded, he lets the world tunnel to just Jesper. His hands cascading caresses over his skin, tightening around his thighs as he flips him onto his back. His mouth covering his, replacing air with warm breath and a steady stream of kisses. Too lonely to feel especially awkward about how fast this is all unfurling, Wilhelm obliges. He makes room for Jesper between his legs. He traces the wiry muscle of his biceps, finds the little scars marking an eventful life.
By the time Jesper murmurs that he's pretty, he actually believes him. That tongue of his is damn persuasive. Laughing against his lips, Wilhelm holds his face and stretches his fingers into his hair at the nape of his neck.
"A-plus," he awards with facetious pomp and circumstance. "One-hundred percent."
He can't be sure if he's happy right now, but it's near enough to happiness. He's tired of feeling with his heart anyway; feeling with his body seems a gentler route. So he doesn't shy from the tide of arousal rising inside him — he wades right into it, pulling Jesper down for another kiss, wandering his hands down his body.
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Date: 2022-11-11 04:09 am (UTC)By the time Jesper murmurs that he's pretty, he actually believes him. That tongue of his is damn persuasive. Laughing against his lips, Wilhelm holds his face and stretches his fingers into his hair at the nape of his neck.
"A-plus," he awards with facetious pomp and circumstance. "One-hundred percent."
He can't be sure if he's happy right now, but it's near enough to happiness. He's tired of feeling with his heart anyway; feeling with his body seems a gentler route. So he doesn't shy from the tide of arousal rising inside him — he wades right into it, pulling Jesper down for another kiss, wandering his hands down his body.