If they have planned this before, Kell would have tied Jesper with a silk thread. Red, smooth, thin but strong. No, a silver one. Silver would look better against his skin. A thread so thin, you'd fear to breathe too loud lest it breaks. But it wouldn't. Silk is surprisingly strong for a thread this thin. It wouldn't have been perfect for them. For their arrangement. If they planned it before.
They didn't, and it's the part of appeal. Kell catches the mischievous glance in Jesper's eyes, and raises his heartbeat in an instant. Adding Jesper to his - very short - list of lovers makes it evident that Kell has a thing for rule-breakers. With Jesper, it's even better, because the rules being broken are his own, and it's his right to administer punishment. He hopes - dares to hope - that Jesper will give him many occasions to punish him. The very thought of it wakes up something in him. Something vile, ruthless, and awfully, obscenely lewd.
Kell's hands don't leave Jesper's cock for a longer while; teasing, tormenting. Once slow then fast. Playing with his agony. He looks so beautiful, rocking his hips up and down, swaying them back and forth, to take more of Kell in. It's obvious that Kell's cock, buried so deep inside him, does all sorts for wonderful things to him. The sight of him so completely debauched, does all sorts of wonderful things to Kell in turn. Jesper is right, he is not going to be able to walk straight. Not after what's Kell has done to him. Not after what he still plans to do to him. Kell flashes his teeth in a smile.
"Isn't that the point? You want me to destroy you. You want me to ruin you, to leave you in a puddle on the floor, all filthy and spent, writhing like an animal in heat, and you will still beg me to give you more."
For a long, excruciatingly long, moment, all he can do is stare. Jesper's long neck arched back, bobbing up and down, as he bounces on Kell's cock. His shoulders drawn backwards, arms straining against the ties, skin all flushed and glowing. Kell runs his hand all the way up Jesper's body. From his twitching cock, up his belly, chest, circling his hard nipples, higher still to his neck. He grips Jesper's jaw with force enough to bruise, if only he had squeezed more. He sits, dragging Jesper forward to meet him. His other hand falling hard, a slap loud like a thunder, on Jesper's ass just when his own cock is fully sheathed in his lover's body. Kell leans in, lips - and teeth - brush against Jesper's ear.
"You can be sure I will do it. I will ruin you. Your sweet soft lips, your little tight ass, your eager cock. I will ruin you so thoroughly, so completely, that the only thing you'll be able to do is lie, and moan, and take it. No smart retorts, no clever tricks. You won't have strength left for words when I'm finished with you. So you'd better not disobey me again."
It's a threat, and a promise, punctuated with another slap to Jesper's ass. Kell shivers on contact. He can feel the heat after each strike, even if he cannot see Jesper's perfect skin darkening. He wants, no, he needs, Jesper to give him more reasons to hit him like that. All of his bouncing on Kell's cock hasn't brought Kell so close to orgasm as those two strikes did.
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They didn't, and it's the part of appeal. Kell catches the mischievous glance in Jesper's eyes, and raises his heartbeat in an instant. Adding Jesper to his - very short - list of lovers makes it evident that Kell has a thing for rule-breakers. With Jesper, it's even better, because the rules being broken are his own, and it's his right to administer punishment. He hopes - dares to hope - that Jesper will give him many occasions to punish him. The very thought of it wakes up something in him. Something vile, ruthless, and awfully, obscenely lewd.
Kell's hands don't leave Jesper's cock for a longer while; teasing, tormenting. Once slow then fast. Playing with his agony. He looks so beautiful, rocking his hips up and down, swaying them back and forth, to take more of Kell in. It's obvious that Kell's cock, buried so deep inside him, does all sorts for wonderful things to him. The sight of him so completely debauched, does all sorts of wonderful things to Kell in turn. Jesper is right, he is not going to be able to walk straight. Not after what's Kell has done to him. Not after what he still plans to do to him. Kell flashes his teeth in a smile.
"Isn't that the point? You want me to destroy you. You want me to ruin you, to leave you in a puddle on the floor, all filthy and spent, writhing like an animal in heat, and you will still beg me to give you more."
For a long, excruciatingly long, moment, all he can do is stare. Jesper's long neck arched back, bobbing up and down, as he bounces on Kell's cock. His shoulders drawn backwards, arms straining against the ties, skin all flushed and glowing. Kell runs his hand all the way up Jesper's body. From his twitching cock, up his belly, chest, circling his hard nipples, higher still to his neck. He grips Jesper's jaw with force enough to bruise, if only he had squeezed more. He sits, dragging Jesper forward to meet him. His other hand falling hard, a slap loud like a thunder, on Jesper's ass just when his own cock is fully sheathed in his lover's body. Kell leans in, lips - and teeth - brush against Jesper's ear.
"You can be sure I will do it. I will ruin you. Your sweet soft lips, your little tight ass, your eager cock. I will ruin you so thoroughly, so completely, that the only thing you'll be able to do is lie, and moan, and take it. No smart retorts, no clever tricks. You won't have strength left for words when I'm finished with you. So you'd better not disobey me again."
It's a threat, and a promise, punctuated with another slap to Jesper's ass. Kell shivers on contact. He can feel the heat after each strike, even if he cannot see Jesper's perfect skin darkening. He wants, no, he needs, Jesper to give him more reasons to hit him like that. All of his bouncing on Kell's cock hasn't brought Kell so close to orgasm as those two strikes did.