Jesper has had so many kinds of sex in his life and he loves them all, but there are some times when he really needs this. He is always the confident one, suave and sensual, but Saints he likes to get railed within an inch of his life. He moves with Kell without hesitation, scrambling to lift his hips up where Kell demands them, spreading his legs eagerly. He had a feeling he had this underneath his uncertainty, Jesper has a knack for seeing through the exterior. And he hungered for it from the first moment their eyes met.

"Yes!" Jesper groans as Kell slams into him with no slow build or hesitation, an instant rush of sensation just on the right side of painful. His very long legs try to wrap around Kell or at least hook into him, wanting nothing more than to encourage him to keep going. Every time he pushes into him, Jesper says yes again, in increasingly desperate tones. "Don't let me come. Fuck me until you want me to come." Too many strokes on his cock is going to make it happen too soon and as much as Jesper loves the pleasure, he likes the build up even more. This kind of pain is up his alley.

"Please, Kell, please I can take it harder, baby, I need it." He's never failed to beg when given the option, and he loves it when someone gives him a good reason.