Kell is already hard halfway through the kiss. But it's the words that get to him, the tone, the demand. This never fails to get to him. The feral lust is back in full force. Kell is thin and pale. He can make an impression of frail. It cannot be further from the truth. He was - is - his brother's shield. He's strong enough to lift a man even without magic. So Jesper barely ends making his demand when he finds himself on his back with Kell crushing him into the mattress. His fingers gone, but then strong hands lift Jesper's hips up to push a pillow under him, spread his legs, opening him wide for Kell to pillage.

"I am going to fuck you," Kell growls just as he thrusts into Jesper the first time, his fingers wrapping around the other man's cock. "I'm a going to fuck you so hard, that you will beg me to fuck you more. And then I will fuck you even harder." Each threat? promise? is followed by another thrust. It's obscene, completely filthy so say such words. To say them in such a tone. But it feels so good to say them that he can't, doesn't want to stop.