"That's good, I like talking." Jesper smiles and his tone is very sultry when desire is choking him, caught in his throat, finding Wilhelm's rise in confidence deeply appealing. He's surprised him by unraveling into being both seductive and sweet, and Jesper is surrendering to him, letting him take command now.

Wilhelm definitely gets a reaction when his lips hit Jesper's cock and he gasps, his fingers stroking through his hair, swallowing hard. "Yes," he hisses and he lifts his head to watch him. Jesper doesn't hold back, he lets it all show, the fluttering of his eyelashes, the moan spilling from his lips. He is free in the throes of lust and shivers at the touch to his balls.

"Perfect, sweetheart. I've thought about that pretty mouth on me since we met." Jesper is shameless. He wanted Wilhelm from day one, from when he sat on that blanket at the July party, and thought about how soft they looked. It's easy to talk here with Wilhelm causing his nerves to twitch and his blood to boil.

He is careful not to thrust toward Wilhelm's mouth or push him into anything, although he does purposely rub himself against his cheek, watching the flushed skin against him. "I would've found a little spot for us at the party that night. Pushed you up against a tree and made you moan for me, even with people nearby."