He and Simon had a way of saying so much without saying anything at all. Everything he could want to convey was in his touch, his eyes, an honesty more raw than what he could put into words. They would talk after, floating in a space from which he never wanted to come down.
Wilhelm still misses that feeling, which lingers like a ghost, dead but not quite gone. But the ache is softened by the warmth of Jesper's body, of his mouth inviting him and his hands inciting him. The heat of his voice, like something melted dripping all over him. My pigeon. It's nice to belong somewhere, even if it's just for a little while.
"I like listening to you too," he admits in a whisper against Jesper's shoulder.
Though his body is spent, desire still smolders in him, like embers glowing even after the fire's gone out, as he watches Jesper thrust into his hand. The other boy's pleasure is exciting. The hard surge of his cock in his grasp, the tension pulling his beautiful body taut — this is a power Wilhelm finds he enjoys wielding.
Sliding down in bed, he bends to kiss the head of Jesper's cock, wet and messy. His eyes flutter up the stretch of Jesper's body to watch for his reaction as his tongue spreads over the flushed skin and drips down the shaft. A little slickness to help ease the glide of his hand. Mouthing all along Jesper's length, he squeezes the inside of his thigh, carefully cups his balls. Touch is an addicting thing.
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Date: 2022-12-11 06:53 pm (UTC)Wilhelm still misses that feeling, which lingers like a ghost, dead but not quite gone. But the ache is softened by the warmth of Jesper's body, of his mouth inviting him and his hands inciting him. The heat of his voice, like something melted dripping all over him. My pigeon. It's nice to belong somewhere, even if it's just for a little while.
"I like listening to you too," he admits in a whisper against Jesper's shoulder.
Though his body is spent, desire still smolders in him, like embers glowing even after the fire's gone out, as he watches Jesper thrust into his hand. The other boy's pleasure is exciting. The hard surge of his cock in his grasp, the tension pulling his beautiful body taut — this is a power Wilhelm finds he enjoys wielding.
Sliding down in bed, he bends to kiss the head of Jesper's cock, wet and messy. His eyes flutter up the stretch of Jesper's body to watch for his reaction as his tongue spreads over the flushed skin and drips down the shaft. A little slickness to help ease the glide of his hand. Mouthing all along Jesper's length, he squeezes the inside of his thigh, carefully cups his balls. Touch is an addicting thing.