Power is a strange thing. Kell's life situation has been complicated enough that he both had it and hadn't. Had almost infinite power of an Antari to do with his magic whatever he wanted. Had no say about the way his life went, all decisions already made for him by people who had use for him, but not enough interest in what he thinks about all this. He was allowed opinions on things of little importance, but barred from having ones on anything that mattered. No wonder it left him confused about his own wants and needs. No wonder aggression feels only justified in very few, very specific situations. And it feels deeply wrong whenever he wants to use force for pleasure.

So it feels all the more revelatory when Jesper so calmly presents him with a completely different perspective. One that's bound only by their mutual agreement of what's acceptable and what's not. With no judgement, no condemnation of the less than savoury urges, as long as they are enthusiastically accepted by the other party. And clearly they are. It's obvious from the way Jesper whines and pouts when Kell pulls out of him, stretching underneath with clear intent to goad him right back in. So effective, he almost falls for it.

"So desperate you are for my cock" he growls.

I need you to use me, those few words leave Kell breathless, so overrun with desire that he almost falters and fucks him on the spot. It's Jesper's thumb brushing his bloody lip that lets Kell focus and refrain from ravaging him right away. It would have been such a waste. There's so much more fun to have later if he's able to hold back now.

That Jesper frames what they are doing as play suddenly causes everything to make sense. It's not that Kell is a callous person that likes making other people suffer. It's a game they play because they both like it. He can pretend to be filthy, cruel and demeaning, only because Jesper enjoys when he does it to him. It says nothing about Kell's character. It's ... freeing.

And each thing Jesper lists sends lightning shooting right into Kell's groin, leaving him fully hard by the time the other man ends speaking. He wants Jesper bound, completely at his mercy, so he can tease him, savour and feast on his body, bring him to the very edge of orgasm and only give it to him when he's an incoherent mess begging Kell to just fuck him already. And he would, he would fuck him so hard he'd have Jesper screaming his name in both orgasm and anguish. So good, it's down right painful.

With that perspective, maybe then it's not such an odd thing that Kell can completely see their roles reversed. He realizes that there can be a time when he'd like to be the one getting tied to a bed, driven crazy and fucked senseless by Jesper. Not now. Definitely not now, but it remains an enticing possibility.

Speaking of possibilities...

"How about magic?" Kell asks, his tone entirely serious.

His magic is as inseparable part of him as his fingers or mouth is. As much part of his body as his cock is. Kell had to tone down his casual magic use once he realized he's making not a small number of people uncomfortable by making it look as if it took him no effort at all. As if it was nothing. Truth is, to him, small things are really no effort. They need no recitation of spells, not even much conscious thought in most cases. They're as natural to him as breathing. Kell would like nothing more than be free with it, but mixing sex and magic requires the level of trust that must be overtly stated. That's why he needs to ask. That's why he'd fully accept a no... even he'd love to hear a yes. And he will at least attempt to be convincing. To maybe build up to why letting him use magic is a good idea. Jesper already trusts him with his body, already submitting to whatever wicked whims - within reason - Kell can come up with. He stated it very clearly. So maybe magic is not out of question...

"I would very much enjoy tying you up, and I'm sure we can get creative with what's already in this room, but it would be a lot less cumbersome if I could just do this."

With this warning, a long stretch of fabric slithers up Jesper's inner thigh, then down the back of his knee, to finally wrap around his ankle and hold it firmly in place.

"And there are other things I can do to you with it too."

Kell shifts his weight to his left arm, freeing his right just in time to spit out on his hand a smooth ice ball he's just made. Its size perfectly matching the girth of his cock. Watches Jesper's reaction intently as he rolls the freezing-cold thing down his throat, slides it between his collarbones, down his chest to tease a nipple with it until it hardens. Then lower still to his stomach and abdomen, raising goosebumps on his perfect skin.
He drags the piece of ice all the way down Jesper's shaft, rubs it against his balls, teases it against the tight ring of muscles of his entrance. Jesper is already comfortably stretched from their last round, so the ice ball easily slips in halfway. Kell pulls it out, then pushes it in a few more times. Each one a tad deeper than the previous. As if he wasn't just fucking Jesper with an ice ball, but merely testing if it will fit. At last, he drops to devour Jesper's lips in a kiss that's bound to leave them both bruised and breathless, and shoves the ice ball deep inside him, pulling his fingers out as soon as he has the thing in place, resting securely against Jesper's prostate. It's already obscene enough that he made the ice ball entirely out of his own saliva, but it's even more that he also made it saltier than it would have normally been. So it will sting a little while it finally melts. Not much. Just enough for Jesper to notice it's there, even as it slowly disappears.

"Would something like that be acceptable?"