A surprised laugh catches in his throat as Jesper snags his boxers with teeth instead of fingers, which places him...right there when Wilhelm's cock bobs free. Seized by self-consciousness, he turns his face toward the pillow. His hand flutters over his mouth while his breath flutters out on a sigh. Feeling Jesper's weight move the mattress as he reclaims his place between his legs, Wilhelm dares to peek down at him again. Anticipation sharpens in his belly as Jesper's breath slides over him.
And then his self-consciousness gets swallowed up in a surge of pleasure, smothered by the heat of Jesper's tongue. A moan spills out. His fingers curl tighter in his hair even before Jesper says that. Even in optimal circumstances, cultivated for the utmost clarity of thought, Wilhelm wouldn't know how to respond. Too dumbfounded to come up with anything smart, too shy to try matching him in seduction. Now, with Jesper cradling his cock and stretching his mouth around him, all he can produce is—
"Jes..."
But pulled apart on a whine, it sounds more like yes and please and more. All of him pulls tight like the strings of some instrument, ready to be plucked. His other hand bunches into a fist around the bedcovers. His hips wiggle, writhing upward, not out of any conscious decision on Wilhelm's part to follow Jesper's instructions, but because the wet warmth of that mouth just begs to be plunged into.
This is new. Not the act itself — though Jesper's, uh, expertise certainly transforms it — but the raw carnality untethered from the weight of feelings.
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Date: 2022-11-19 09:48 pm (UTC)And then his self-consciousness gets swallowed up in a surge of pleasure, smothered by the heat of Jesper's tongue. A moan spills out. His fingers curl tighter in his hair even before Jesper says that. Even in optimal circumstances, cultivated for the utmost clarity of thought, Wilhelm wouldn't know how to respond. Too dumbfounded to come up with anything smart, too shy to try matching him in seduction. Now, with Jesper cradling his cock and stretching his mouth around him, all he can produce is—
"Jes..."
But pulled apart on a whine, it sounds more like yes and please and more. All of him pulls tight like the strings of some instrument, ready to be plucked. His other hand bunches into a fist around the bedcovers. His hips wiggle, writhing upward, not out of any conscious decision on Wilhelm's part to follow Jesper's instructions, but because the wet warmth of that mouth just begs to be plunged into.
This is new. Not the act itself — though Jesper's, uh, expertise certainly transforms it — but the raw carnality untethered from the weight of feelings.