The drag of Jesper's tongue on his cock makes Kell's toes curl, blood thundering through his veins. His fingers find their way to sink into Jesper's hair.
Saints, he's good.
All those dramatics risk making him look as if he'd never got a proper blow-job before. It would have been a very wrong conclusion. But there are good blow-jobs and there are exquisite. It's not difficult to divine from Kell's reactions what he thinks about the current one. Jesper has only just started, and he's already reduced Kell to a puddle of barely coherent mess. At a risk of completely melting into the sheets if this continues.
"A...aha--anything?" Kell regains enough control over his tongue to ask a question of his own. Now that you got him talking, he'd never stop. "It's a dangerous thing to promise to a magician."
A selfish, princeling magician, who'd like nothing more than to be indulged, praised and pampered, filled to the brim and brought to senseless ecstasy. That's a side of him that Kell rarely explores. He's the responsible one, the strong and powerful Antari. But under skilled hands - and tongue - of a total stranger, who knows nothing of his past, his role, his former and current duties, it feels safer to let go. If only for one night. Kell already feels - though he's not that fast to admit it, even to himself - that he'd rather like to make it more than one night. Improbable, yes, but wouldn't it be nice.
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Date: 2023-01-09 02:25 pm (UTC)Saints, he's good.
All those dramatics risk making him look as if he'd never got a proper blow-job before. It would have been a very wrong conclusion. But there are good blow-jobs and there are exquisite. It's not difficult to divine from Kell's reactions what he thinks about the current one. Jesper has only just started, and he's already reduced Kell to a puddle of barely coherent mess. At a risk of completely melting into the sheets if this continues.
"A...aha--anything?" Kell regains enough control over his tongue to ask a question of his own. Now that you got him talking, he'd never stop. "It's a dangerous thing to promise to a magician."
A selfish, princeling magician, who'd like nothing more than to be indulged, praised and pampered, filled to the brim and brought to senseless ecstasy. That's a side of him that Kell rarely explores. He's the responsible one, the strong and powerful Antari. But under skilled hands - and tongue - of a total stranger, who knows nothing of his past, his role, his former and current duties, it feels safer to let go. If only for one night. Kell already feels - though he's not that fast to admit it, even to himself - that he'd rather like to make it more than one night. Improbable, yes, but wouldn't it be nice.