The sounds of Jesper's whining and begging, his not-so-futile attempts to entice Kell to fuck him sooner, it all drips the thick, deep-seated pleasure, that gathers like honey at the base of Kell's spine. It's the type of pleasure that doesn't go away with the flood of orgasm. It's the type that once it's over makes bearable being all sticky and sweaty. Usually, Kell hates being sweaty. It's gross and uncomfortable. Now, it's another mark of what they just did. A very welcomed mark. As welcome as the kiss is. Sweet, almost like a thank you. It makes Kell smile.
He doesn't stop Jesper from moving away, pulling out of him with ease. While it feels good to stay in, it is a relief to pull out too. The cool air helps with overwhelm and overstimulation. It helps him think more clearly.
Kell welcomes both the compliment and the second kiss, this one deeper, with a lot more edge than the previous one. Clear sign they're both far from finished. How many more times he can go? No idea, but he loves a good challenge. So the answer is as many as they're able before dropping out of exhaustion. It would be reasonable to stop earlier, but Kell is not here to be reasonable.
"I just do what feels right."
He has good instinct, he just needs to let himself act on it. Like right now, when he holds Jesper up after they break from their second kiss, forcing him to strain his already overworked muscles. He licks Jesper's lips then moves to follow the line of his jaw not with kisses but with small bites, barely catching the skin between his teeth, before ending on Jesper's neck and making this last one actually painful. Only then he releases him.
"An excellent idea," Kell admits, looking at Jesper's reddening skin and a clear bite mark on his neck. Now, that's beautiful. "You are pretty, but not pretty enough so I will let be lazy and just lie down as I do all the work to fuck you up."
He grabs Jesper's hand and keeps it up on his chest. The touch of those long, slender fingers is intoxicating, but he'd rather preferred them lower. Much lower.
"So I will let you ride me, and I will even let you do it on the bed."
Kell might make Jesper lie on a cold, hard floor - because he deserves this - but he's not going to accept this kind of discomfort for himself.
"The only problem I see is that I'm not particularly excited right now. So first, you'd need to take care of that."
There's a tiny voice at the back of his head, that abhors all the things he does and says, but Kell tries his best to ignore it. Jesper's reactions, his very words, are all evidence Kell needs to believe he's doing everything right. And the more he does it, the more ideas he has. The more courage to push for more intense sensations, more callous words. He might have just said he's not excited, but it's a lie. The worse he treats Jesper, the more his whole body vibrates with anticipation and want. The more Jesper begs and moans, the more Kell wants to mistreat him. Both of those things feeding off each other, making him dizzy with pleasure, even when he's not touching the other man.
Kell leaves Jesper on the floor, climbs on the bed to lie down on his back, his arms folded under his head. He waits for Jesper to join him.
"One more rule," he declares with a vicious smile. "Hands behind your back. You're not allowed to use them. I will tie them there now, so you're not tempted to cheat."
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Date: 2023-02-13 10:47 pm (UTC)He doesn't stop Jesper from moving away, pulling out of him with ease. While it feels good to stay in, it is a relief to pull out too. The cool air helps with overwhelm and overstimulation. It helps him think more clearly.
Kell welcomes both the compliment and the second kiss, this one deeper, with a lot more edge than the previous one. Clear sign they're both far from finished. How many more times he can go? No idea, but he loves a good challenge. So the answer is as many as they're able before dropping out of exhaustion. It would be reasonable to stop earlier, but Kell is not here to be reasonable.
"I just do what feels right."
He has good instinct, he just needs to let himself act on it. Like right now, when he holds Jesper up after they break from their second kiss, forcing him to strain his already overworked muscles. He licks Jesper's lips then moves to follow the line of his jaw not with kisses but with small bites, barely catching the skin between his teeth, before ending on Jesper's neck and making this last one actually painful. Only then he releases him.
"An excellent idea," Kell admits, looking at Jesper's reddening skin and a clear bite mark on his neck. Now, that's beautiful. "You are pretty, but not pretty enough so I will let be lazy and just lie down as I do all the work to fuck you up."
He grabs Jesper's hand and keeps it up on his chest. The touch of those long, slender fingers is intoxicating, but he'd rather preferred them lower. Much lower.
"So I will let you ride me, and I will even let you do it on the bed."
Kell might make Jesper lie on a cold, hard floor - because he deserves this - but he's not going to accept this kind of discomfort for himself.
"The only problem I see is that I'm not particularly excited right now. So first, you'd need to take care of that."
There's a tiny voice at the back of his head, that abhors all the things he does and says, but Kell tries his best to ignore it. Jesper's reactions, his very words, are all evidence Kell needs to believe he's doing everything right. And the more he does it, the more ideas he has. The more courage to push for more intense sensations, more callous words. He might have just said he's not excited, but it's a lie. The worse he treats Jesper, the more his whole body vibrates with anticipation and want. The more Jesper begs and moans, the more Kell wants to mistreat him. Both of those things feeding off each other, making him dizzy with pleasure, even when he's not touching the other man.
Kell leaves Jesper on the floor, climbs on the bed to lie down on his back, his arms folded under his head. He waits for Jesper to join him.
"One more rule," he declares with a vicious smile. "Hands behind your back. You're not allowed to use them. I will tie them there now, so you're not tempted to cheat."