It requires tremendous effort not to give into Jesper breathless pleas, and not give him what he wants. What they both want. Watching Jesper writhe and moan while he fucks him with the ice ball gives Kell all sorts of ideas. Way too many for just one night. Now he just desperately wants to put his throbbing cock inside him. Just have his satisfaction now. But it won't be cruel enough, and cruel is what Jesper wants from him, so that's what Kell is going to give him. It's liberating, and hot, to know they both take pleasure from this torture. Still, it requires all of Kell's self-control to resist the pull of the gorgeous body writhing under him.
Kell rolls to the side with a grunt. He's barely holding up. Even watching Jesper lie, hands bound over his head, is painful. He's so beautiful, but Kell knows he can make him even more beautiful. He licks his finger then drags a wet trail down the inside of Jesper's arm, feeling the goosebumps raise up on the delicate skin heat up under his touch.
"Aren't you a sweet little plaything" he coos, circling the wet finger around Jesper's erect nipple. Saints, how much he wants to devour him when he's helpless like that.
"But you're right. Getting my cock is a privilege you must earn each time. So is being on the bed."
Kell releases the strip of fabric binding Jesper's ankle to the bed, gives his thigh a firm slap.
"On the floor," he commands. "Crawl. On your hand and knees. You don't deserve to be on the bed just yet."
As soon as Jesper obeys, Kell moves to the edge himself. He looks down, and shivers with want at the sight. Just one more thing to make the image perfect. He reaches behind him for a pillow, throws it down on the floor, then shoves Jesper's head down on it with his foot. The pressure of the push gentle but unrelenting. Kell is careful. He knows a thing or two about bodies, and only ever wants Jesper to hurt in ways he intended for him to, never by accident.
"Now you're perfect"
He keeps his foot down for a while, revelling in the feeling of complete control. It's unlike any pleasure he's ever felt. But it makes him even more aroused, and soon there's nothing on his mind but blinding lust. He takes his foot away, slides off the bed and kneels behind Jesper gripping his hips to keep him in place as he fucks him, rough and hard, until they both come.
When they do, Kell collapses on top of him with a loud cry. He doesn't pull out even when the last throngs of orgasm pass, and he's just lulled into bliss. He mouths a series of kisses on the back of Jesper's neck, delaying the inevitable moment when he'll need to move. He doesn't want to. It feels too good to stay. Even all limp and spent as he is now.
"You're such a pretty thing" he whispers into Jesper's ear. "I think I will fuck you all night."
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Kell rolls to the side with a grunt. He's barely holding up. Even watching Jesper lie, hands bound over his head, is painful. He's so beautiful, but Kell knows he can make him even more beautiful. He licks his finger then drags a wet trail down the inside of Jesper's arm, feeling the goosebumps raise up on the delicate skin heat up under his touch.
"Aren't you a sweet little plaything" he coos, circling the wet finger around Jesper's erect nipple. Saints, how much he wants to devour him when he's helpless like that.
"But you're right. Getting my cock is a privilege you must earn each time. So is being on the bed."
Kell releases the strip of fabric binding Jesper's ankle to the bed, gives his thigh a firm slap.
"On the floor," he commands. "Crawl. On your hand and knees. You don't deserve to be on the bed just yet."
As soon as Jesper obeys, Kell moves to the edge himself. He looks down, and shivers with want at the sight. Just one more thing to make the image perfect. He reaches behind him for a pillow, throws it down on the floor, then shoves Jesper's head down on it with his foot. The pressure of the push gentle but unrelenting. Kell is careful. He knows a thing or two about bodies, and only ever wants Jesper to hurt in ways he intended for him to, never by accident.
"Now you're perfect"
He keeps his foot down for a while, revelling in the feeling of complete control. It's unlike any pleasure he's ever felt. But it makes him even more aroused, and soon there's nothing on his mind but blinding lust. He takes his foot away, slides off the bed and kneels behind Jesper gripping his hips to keep him in place as he fucks him, rough and hard, until they both come.
When they do, Kell collapses on top of him with a loud cry. He doesn't pull out even when the last throngs of orgasm pass, and he's just lulled into bliss. He mouths a series of kisses on the back of Jesper's neck, delaying the inevitable moment when he'll need to move. He doesn't want to. It feels too good to stay. Even all limp and spent as he is now.
"You're such a pretty thing" he whispers into Jesper's ear. "I think I will fuck you all night."