Kell is a bundle of contradictions. That's his secret. He can be horny and insecure at the same time. He's just talented like that. As fast to grasp at what he wants, as he is to convince himself he can't or shouldn't have it.

But the hands on his chin, the touch, the heat, is enough to draw Kell back. His gaze glazing over into focus to fix on Jesper. The red stays, it flows even lower, staining Kell's neck in small drops and pools of colour, but his eyes have the fire in them again. I want you These three words are enough for the flames to rise up under his skin. So little, and yet so much.

"I do" Kell licks his lips, finding them parched again. "I do want you back."

Because, saints, does he want now! As if any of this was less confusing. The whole mess of his own wants and reactions. There's no denying that desire is there. Under the tangle of ... well, everything else.

Then Jesper kisses him, fierce and hungry, and there's little else - nothing really - that Kell can focus on from that moment. Then there's weight on hips, that pushes him down into the mattress, tears a low moan from his lips, as Jesper climbs him, his long fingers sliding down Kell's chest setting his skin alight. Kell's arms go round Jesper's shoulders touching, mapping all over his bare back. His whole body arching upward.

"Show me"