Kell can't tell if what he feels is more nerves or excitement. It's most likely both. This was never his style. He was always the responsible one. Look at him now. Sneaking out of an official banquet to kiss some handsome stranger in his cabin. With hopes for a lot more than just a kiss. It's madness, but it's a wonderful madness.
If it feels that he opens for Jesper's tongue a little too fast, a little too eager, it's only because his own desire has been building through their conversation at the table until he's unable to contain it any more. Kell always felt a sense of pride in his self-control. How he could keep himself sober and indistractable through any feast. Now, it feels as if he has none of it left.
Now, he's sinking into the kiss, half-aware of his surroundings, almost tripping when Jesper moves them around, so there's no longer the support of the door helping him keep his balance. Not falling only for the steady arm wrapped around his waist, guiding him to the bed. There's not a shred of resistance, not to the kisses - those are very well received, and reciprocated in kind - not to the strong hands that push him down on the bed.
"Never this handsome."
Kell's voice is closer to a satisfied purr, a content smile dancing on his lips, though he barely notices it himself. He's not aware of his own wants and desires most of the time. It's not different now. All he knows now is that there's a hungry beast inside of him that demands its tribute in pleasure. And it grows all the hungrier as he watches Jesper undo his belt. Anticipation raising with every move of those swift fingers.
"And never from an official banquet."
He could have lied. Could have said he's done this many times. It would have been so easy. It would have made him look good. It would also be very wrong. As sudden and crazy all they do now feels, Kell wants to be honest with this gorgeous man who so effortlessly shattered all his carefully constructed barriers. It feels very wrong not to. No matter how much the force of his own lust surprises him.
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If it feels that he opens for Jesper's tongue a little too fast, a little too eager, it's only because his own desire has been building through their conversation at the table until he's unable to contain it any more. Kell always felt a sense of pride in his self-control. How he could keep himself sober and indistractable through any feast. Now, it feels as if he has none of it left.
Now, he's sinking into the kiss, half-aware of his surroundings, almost tripping when Jesper moves them around, so there's no longer the support of the door helping him keep his balance. Not falling only for the steady arm wrapped around his waist, guiding him to the bed. There's not a shred of resistance, not to the kisses - those are very well received, and reciprocated in kind - not to the strong hands that push him down on the bed.
"Never this handsome."
Kell's voice is closer to a satisfied purr, a content smile dancing on his lips, though he barely notices it himself. He's not aware of his own wants and desires most of the time. It's not different now. All he knows now is that there's a hungry beast inside of him that demands its tribute in pleasure. And it grows all the hungrier as he watches Jesper undo his belt. Anticipation raising with every move of those swift fingers.
"And never from an official banquet."
He could have lied. Could have said he's done this many times. It would have been so easy. It would have made him look good. It would also be very wrong. As sudden and crazy all they do now feels, Kell wants to be honest with this gorgeous man who so effortlessly shattered all his carefully constructed barriers. It feels very wrong not to. No matter how much the force of his own lust surprises him.