Kell would think it is rather embarrassing, and annoying, for someone to figure him out so fast and effortlessly. He doesn't. He's actually relieved. It feels good to hear this whole thing is fine. It's something exists, not him being weird again. That Jesper recognizes it, turns out to be quite knowledgeable about it, and seems to be quite fond of it. Kell prefers to have words for things. It makes them less confusing. So he can stop trying to dissect the living daylight out of them, and start actually enjoying.
Arrogant and dominant. Oh, he can totally see it. Even before Jesper kisses him, the sting of it bringing the heat right back. It is utterly thrilling to break someone like Jesper, to reduce him to a breathless, shivering mess, begging to be fucked until he passes out. It is even more thrilling to know Jesper wants Kell to break him. Not only thrilling, irresistible.
Kell licks the one drop of blood that forms on his lip after Jesper bites him. Saints, that's hot. The metallic taste of it makes him shiver. He kisses back, forcing his tongue into Jesper's mouth. No care, just lust and hunger. Breaks as fast as he started it. It wasn't meant to feel nice, just to show that Kell can take him whenever he likes it.
"Very reasonable," he agrees, a wicked smile dancing on his lips.
He pushes Jesper's legs, still wrapped around him, away, then pulls out. His all body screaming to stay there, to just fuck Jesper again. He'll be hard enough to do it soon. Still, he pulls out. It would have been too predictable, boring, and Kell hates boring in sex more than anything. He'd rather keep things uncertain. Make Jesper wonder. Is he going to fuck him, or is he just going to bring him to the very edge, and then leave there? He might. If only to watch Jesper squirm. And then he'd fuck him, but only when they both can't hold it back any more.
Kell lifts himself on his knees and elbows, so he's hovering over Jesper, leaving only a memory of touch, heat radiating off their bodies.
"And what exactly are those needs?"
He would love a good suggestion on what can he torment Jesper with. He has enough of his own ideas for torture - surprisingly many - but it's so much more enjoyable when it's a pain the other person wants.
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Arrogant and dominant. Oh, he can totally see it. Even before Jesper kisses him, the sting of it bringing the heat right back. It is utterly thrilling to break someone like Jesper, to reduce him to a breathless, shivering mess, begging to be fucked until he passes out. It is even more thrilling to know Jesper wants Kell to break him. Not only thrilling, irresistible.
Kell licks the one drop of blood that forms on his lip after Jesper bites him. Saints, that's hot. The metallic taste of it makes him shiver. He kisses back, forcing his tongue into Jesper's mouth. No care, just lust and hunger. Breaks as fast as he started it. It wasn't meant to feel nice, just to show that Kell can take him whenever he likes it.
"Very reasonable," he agrees, a wicked smile dancing on his lips.
He pushes Jesper's legs, still wrapped around him, away, then pulls out. His all body screaming to stay there, to just fuck Jesper again. He'll be hard enough to do it soon. Still, he pulls out. It would have been too predictable, boring, and Kell hates boring in sex more than anything. He'd rather keep things uncertain. Make Jesper wonder. Is he going to fuck him, or is he just going to bring him to the very edge, and then leave there? He might. If only to watch Jesper squirm. And then he'd fuck him, but only when they both can't hold it back any more.
Kell lifts himself on his knees and elbows, so he's hovering over Jesper, leaving only a memory of touch, heat radiating off their bodies.
"And what exactly are those needs?"
He would love a good suggestion on what can he torment Jesper with. He has enough of his own ideas for torture - surprisingly many - but it's so much more enjoyable when it's a pain the other person wants.