Now that Jesper's shirtless Wilhelm can see the three tattoos on his torso, two of them new but nevertheless put onto his Horizon skin too. There's the Dregs tattoo on his right forearm, a protection symbol on his left, and a tattoo of a gun on his bicep with the Wheel of Fortune symbol in the hilt. In real life, it glows in the dark, but it's not currently. As wiry as Jesper is, it's clear that he's built like the rogue he is, like someone ready to fight. His fingers are calloused from guns and swords. Jesper can tell that Wilhelm's giving into the lust of their situation and it's good to see him relax and be less anxious. There's no need to overthink in Jesper's imaginary bed. Wilhelm has no idea how good Jesper's tongue truly is.

He laughs at Wilhelm's grading of his efforts as A+ and returns the kiss, delving deep into his mouth again, massaging his tongue, memorizing the heat and taste of him. Jesper loves the feel of Wilhelm's hot soft hands over his body and experimentally tests the waters by slowly rocking his hips down into Wilhelm's. He is in a good position to do that, settled between his legs, and that little bit of friction goes a long way.

Jesper pulls out of the kiss and brushes his lips against Wilhelm's cheek and over to his ear. He sucks the lobe into his mouth before speaking low and promising. "The only thing I want is to make you feel good, love." He lets his mouth travel down to his neck, pressing their hips together again. "You just tell me when I'm going too far, okay?" Maybe he shouldn't treat Wilhelm so gently, maybe he isn't as virginal as he seems. But on the off-chance he is, Jesper wants to be only a good memory for him, a friend he can count on whether it's kissing or protecting him.

"You're so soft, pigeon." He runs his fingers down Wilhelm's chest, sneaking just a little bit under his pants but not farther than a suggestive inch around the band.