Gorgeous people who are well aware of their own attractiveness have unfair advantage. The moment their eyes meet, Kell fells victim of this advantage. The long stare, content and confident, that Jesper gives him would have been enough to boil his blood. But the view, the fact that this stunning man looks at him like that while slowly, decadently licking and sucking his cock? As if he was the best thing in the world. Which, honestly, and Kell is very aware of it, he is not. But it leaves no space for any such thoughts in his mind. Apart from the one about how fucking hot Jesper looks when he stares at him like that.
And then Jesper has the audacity to taunt him even more. As if he hasn't already wrapped Kell around his ... no, not finger, rather his inhumanly talented tongue. Kell's eyes fly open at Jesper suggestion. Desire flashes his vision all white. Fuck his mouth? Saints! He wants to fuck him everywhere now, but there? That sounds divine. It makes Kell's hips buck involuntarily.
He has no time to respond. No time to react even, no time for words or even a single grunt. Kell sucks in air through his teeth when Jesper descends down on him as if he was holding back right until this point and only now lost all control over his own hunger. As if Kell's cock somehow was the greatest delicacy the world can offer and Jesper just could not stop himself from devouring it. Kell feels more than hears Jesper moan against his overstimulated hardness. The vibrations threatening to send him over the edge any second. Blanking his brain with every tiny rumble.
There's not a single conscious thought left in his mind. Nothing other than the raging lust, the crushing imperative to thrust deep between those luscious lips, shoot hot cum down his throat and have Jesper take it all. Kell takes Jesper guiding his hand into his hair as a permission to do exactly that. His grip tightens on Jesper's silky locks. Pull gentle but firm. Expecting, asking, rather politely requesting that Jesper kindly relinquishes all control to him, and lets Kell fuck his mouth deep, as deep as he wants to fill him.
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And then Jesper has the audacity to taunt him even more. As if he hasn't already wrapped Kell around his ... no, not finger, rather his inhumanly talented tongue. Kell's eyes fly open at Jesper suggestion. Desire flashes his vision all white. Fuck his mouth? Saints! He wants to fuck him everywhere now, but there? That sounds divine. It makes Kell's hips buck involuntarily.
He has no time to respond. No time to react even, no time for words or even a single grunt. Kell sucks in air through his teeth when Jesper descends down on him as if he was holding back right until this point and only now lost all control over his own hunger. As if Kell's cock somehow was the greatest delicacy the world can offer and Jesper just could not stop himself from devouring it.
Kell feels more than hears Jesper moan against his overstimulated hardness. The vibrations threatening to send him over the edge any second. Blanking his brain with every tiny rumble.
There's not a single conscious thought left in his mind. Nothing other than the raging lust, the crushing imperative to thrust deep between those luscious lips, shoot hot cum down his throat and have Jesper take it all.
Kell takes Jesper guiding his hand into his hair as a permission to do exactly that. His grip tightens on Jesper's silky locks. Pull gentle but firm. Expecting, asking, rather politely requesting that Jesper kindly relinquishes all control to him, and lets Kell fuck his mouth deep, as deep as he wants to fill him.