Kell is also devastatingly beautiful, and Jesper knows he has a type. Redheads with pure pale skin, where you can see all of it redden and flush in an instant, are right at the top of the list. It didn't start with Wylan, if anything he simply fit in the box of Jesper's attraction, and so it's not about fucking someone who reminds him of his ex. Kell is an entity all to himself, sexual and kinky, and a revelation. He likes his mismatched eyes on him, the appreciation he sees in them. He knows his teasing is working wonders and the nice snug way Kell puts the restraints on him is appreciated.
He could get them off in a second, that's part of the attraction. He keeps them on because he likes being tied up, he wants Kell to dominate him and control him. And he is absolutely breaking his command to not use his hands. Jesper is being bad on purpose and Kell can see for a few seconds the mischief in his gaze. That is part of what he told him, after all. He has to be forced to be good and punished. That mischief is replaced with actual dismay when the cock ring goes on him, but not in the bad sense, in the 'oh you just upped the ante and I didn't expect it' sense. Jesper wants to laugh, he nearly does, thinking you bastard, but instead he looks very apologetic and sad. The game, after all.
He gasps suddenly once it's on and then Kell is stroking him and Jesper moans, pushing up into his touch knowing all too well he's not going to get anywhere. He is going to be hard to the point of insanity and then Kell is going to deny him orgasm. Perfect. Even if his body is crying out for relief already. Jesper is not new to the toy, he's only a little surprised Kell knows how to use one. He's really going to have to ask the man later about his history, it's such an interesting amalgam of shyness and dirtiness.
"Please, I just wanted your cock so much, I'm sorry. I'll be good now, I promise." Jesper gasps out as his pleasure rises and then is unable to do anything more, and then Kell sheaths himself inside again. It stings more this time and that only makes Jesper pulse inside the ring. That wave of pain-pleasure hits him just right and his expression is pure bliss for a second. He looks right then like he's never experienced anything better than Kell inside of him, despite having had it several times now.
"Yes," he murmurs dreamily, looking down at Kell. "I only exist to please you. Let me show you." Jesper seats himself comfortably on top of him and wiggles, moaning as Kell brushes all against his inner walls, so deep like this when fully inside. Jesper starts slow because Kell wants a show, he rises up off him and then slides back down but he rocks back and forth on top of his cock the entire way, feeling it all the way. He squeezes around Kell every time on the way down so he gets tighter by the bottom.
"Mmm, I'm not going to be able to walk straight." Jesper starts moving faster now, rising and falling at a medium pace, his expression still that blissful mix of desire and agony. "My body is going to ache for you, to be filled by you." He's flushed and seems so decadent in how eagerly he moves now, fast and excited, his own cock unable to feel anything but agony now that he's driving hungrily on Kell. His head tips back and he groans, bouncing on top of Kell, his arms bulging like he wants to get free but can't.
"Punish me, baby, spank me, leave a handprint on me, then maybe I'll be good enough for you, I'll never disobey you again." Lies. He will always disobey if it gets him here.
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He could get them off in a second, that's part of the attraction. He keeps them on because he likes being tied up, he wants Kell to dominate him and control him. And he is absolutely breaking his command to not use his hands. Jesper is being bad on purpose and Kell can see for a few seconds the mischief in his gaze. That is part of what he told him, after all. He has to be forced to be good and punished. That mischief is replaced with actual dismay when the cock ring goes on him, but not in the bad sense, in the 'oh you just upped the ante and I didn't expect it' sense. Jesper wants to laugh, he nearly does, thinking you bastard, but instead he looks very apologetic and sad. The game, after all.
He gasps suddenly once it's on and then Kell is stroking him and Jesper moans, pushing up into his touch knowing all too well he's not going to get anywhere. He is going to be hard to the point of insanity and then Kell is going to deny him orgasm. Perfect. Even if his body is crying out for relief already. Jesper is not new to the toy, he's only a little surprised Kell knows how to use one. He's really going to have to ask the man later about his history, it's such an interesting amalgam of shyness and dirtiness.
"Please, I just wanted your cock so much, I'm sorry. I'll be good now, I promise." Jesper gasps out as his pleasure rises and then is unable to do anything more, and then Kell sheaths himself inside again. It stings more this time and that only makes Jesper pulse inside the ring. That wave of pain-pleasure hits him just right and his expression is pure bliss for a second. He looks right then like he's never experienced anything better than Kell inside of him, despite having had it several times now.
"Yes," he murmurs dreamily, looking down at Kell. "I only exist to please you. Let me show you." Jesper seats himself comfortably on top of him and wiggles, moaning as Kell brushes all against his inner walls, so deep like this when fully inside. Jesper starts slow because Kell wants a show, he rises up off him and then slides back down but he rocks back and forth on top of his cock the entire way, feeling it all the way. He squeezes around Kell every time on the way down so he gets tighter by the bottom.
"Mmm, I'm not going to be able to walk straight." Jesper starts moving faster now, rising and falling at a medium pace, his expression still that blissful mix of desire and agony. "My body is going to ache for you, to be filled by you." He's flushed and seems so decadent in how eagerly he moves now, fast and excited, his own cock unable to feel anything but agony now that he's driving hungrily on Kell. His head tips back and he groans, bouncing on top of Kell, his arms bulging like he wants to get free but can't.
"Punish me, baby, spank me, leave a handprint on me, then maybe I'll be good enough for you, I'll never disobey you again." Lies. He will always disobey if it gets him here.