It is a dastardly difficult task to have an existential crisis about your own sexual preferences when you're balls-deep in another man's ass. A gorgeous man, who has just very fondly asked you to stay there after you have fucked him black and blue, and made you both nearly pass out from the explosive orgasm of your making.
There are many things that can be said about Kell, but never that he lacks imagination or talent. He's fully capable of having an existential crisis while still reeling from the wave of pleasure that had washed over him, leaving him panting and exhausted. Exhausted in the most pleasant of ways.
Only completely blissed out of his mind, Kell is able to enjoy himself freely. Jesper asking him to stay in him makes him melt. He doesn't need much convincing, or rather none at all. It feels too good to be buried deep in him, feels grounding. A reminder that what they did really happened.
A reminder of what he, no, what they did. It is exactly that reminder that makes Kell's mind instantly go into overdrive from his sex-induced slumber. What, by the love of all saints, was he thinking? To be perfectly honest, he wasn't exactly thinking. It's very difficult to hold to a belief that what he's done must be unforgivable if the person he did it to radiates only bliss and happiness and thanks you for it. Then asks you to please keep your cock in him. Kell just cannot piece together that image, the feelings he himself has, with his own opinions on sex, pain, pleasure, coercion and violence. He never thought there can be pleasure in pain. Both in giving and in receiving. But now? Whenever he moves, he can feel the sting of the long scratches that Jesper's nails left on his back exposed to the open air. It's a minuscule amount of displeasure, but he gets turned on even only thinking about them.
He falls into kiss eagerly, with a quiet desperation of someone who needs more ammunition against his own doubts. It's sweet and wonderful, and over too soon because they're both haven't fully recovered their breath yet, and then Jesper laughs. Kell resists the urge to look away, to apologize for all those things he did to him. Suddenly feeling ashamed of his actions. But Jesper thanked him, he told him he wanted it, he told him it was hot, begged him to do it. So there can be no doubt he enjoyed it. No matter how Kell's demons try to convince him otherwise.
"I..." he starts, breaks, then makes himself continue. "I don't know what got into me. I've never been like this with anyone else." But Jesper has unique a talent to bring to light his most hidden side. One that Kell never knew existed. Though he expected as much. There were signs. He just ignored them. "But you seemed to like it so I went with it."
He leans in to bury his face in the crook of Jesper's neck, lips to skin, feeling Jesper's pulse, still far from slowing down. He shifts, moving his hands down Jesper's body to to grab his ass.
"I most certainly loved it" Kell breathes into his lover's neck while he fondles his ass, pushing his now not entirely limp cock just a little deeper. "And I want more of it. Even if I understand nothing of it."
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There are many things that can be said about Kell, but never that he lacks imagination or talent. He's fully capable of having an existential crisis while still reeling from the wave of pleasure that had washed over him, leaving him panting and exhausted. Exhausted in the most pleasant of ways.
Only completely blissed out of his mind, Kell is able to enjoy himself freely. Jesper asking him to stay in him makes him melt. He doesn't need much convincing, or rather none at all. It feels too good to be buried deep in him, feels grounding. A reminder that what they did really happened.
A reminder of what he, no, what they did. It is exactly that reminder that makes Kell's mind instantly go into overdrive from his sex-induced slumber. What, by the love of all saints, was he thinking? To be perfectly honest, he wasn't exactly thinking.
It's very difficult to hold to a belief that what he's done must be unforgivable if the person he did it to radiates only bliss and happiness and thanks you for it. Then asks you to please keep your cock in him.
Kell just cannot piece together that image, the feelings he himself has, with his own opinions on sex, pain, pleasure, coercion and violence.
He never thought there can be pleasure in pain. Both in giving and in receiving. But now? Whenever he moves, he can feel the sting of the long scratches that Jesper's nails left on his back exposed to the open air. It's a minuscule amount of displeasure, but he gets turned on even only thinking about them.
He falls into kiss eagerly, with a quiet desperation of someone who needs more ammunition against his own doubts. It's sweet and wonderful, and over too soon because they're both haven't fully recovered their breath yet, and then Jesper laughs. Kell resists the urge to look away, to apologize for all those things he did to him. Suddenly feeling ashamed of his actions. But Jesper thanked him, he told him he wanted it, he told him it was hot, begged him to do it. So there can be no doubt he enjoyed it. No matter how Kell's demons try to convince him otherwise.
"I..." he starts, breaks, then makes himself continue. "I don't know what got into me. I've never been like this with anyone else." But Jesper has unique a talent to bring to light his most hidden side. One that Kell never knew existed. Though he expected as much. There were signs. He just ignored them. "But you seemed to like it so I went with it."
He leans in to bury his face in the crook of Jesper's neck, lips to skin, feeling Jesper's pulse, still far from slowing down. He shifts, moving his hands down Jesper's body to to grab his ass.
"I most certainly loved it" Kell breathes into his lover's neck while he fondles his ass, pushing his now not entirely limp cock just a little deeper. "And I want more of it. Even if I understand nothing of it."