Jesper is always willing to let his lovers ask for anything from him. Kell wanting more of this is obviously going to go over well. He wouldn't mind fucking him another time, he's as good at giving as he is at taking, but for tonight this is what they both truly needed. It fed them during a time of great stress and he's very grateful. He can't worry about anything involving what is going on outside of the room. Only the two of them.
"You know exactly what I want, Kell." Destroyed, ruined, in a wonderful agony. It's definitely an extra thrill that this is all new to Kell. He's experiencing this kinkiness only because of Jesper and he finds that very sexy, bringing something dark and beautiful out in another person. And giving him the safety to follow his urges without judgment. "You're so good to me, I don't deserve it. I want to deserve it." That's what the punishment is for, so he gets what is coming for him but then gets forgiven.
The rough grab at his jaw has him moaning, pure lust flooding him, silver eyes gone dark from arousal. He goes forward with the pull and cries out loud at the first slap across his skin. Jesper's face screws up with the sheer force of it in the best possible way, that sting followed by the look of bliss. "Yes," he whimpers deep in his throat. "Yes, please, Saints, please." He already said how much he likes this and it's obvious in how he wiggles excitedly, how he breathes unsteadily and his cock is headed toward an ugly color in how hard he is.
He eagerly shoves himself back onto Kell's cock, leaning over him by the grip on his jaw, desperately seeking the feel of him filled over and over again. Jesper shivers all over, trembling. "Spank me until you come, keep going, make my ass raw and then fill it, I'm begging you." He is so intensely feeling at the moment, pain and pleasure and feeling light-headed from blood flow. It's fantastic. "Spank me until you forgive me and then let me come too, please, I just want to be yours."
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"You know exactly what I want, Kell." Destroyed, ruined, in a wonderful agony. It's definitely an extra thrill that this is all new to Kell. He's experiencing this kinkiness only because of Jesper and he finds that very sexy, bringing something dark and beautiful out in another person. And giving him the safety to follow his urges without judgment. "You're so good to me, I don't deserve it. I want to deserve it." That's what the punishment is for, so he gets what is coming for him but then gets forgiven.
The rough grab at his jaw has him moaning, pure lust flooding him, silver eyes gone dark from arousal. He goes forward with the pull and cries out loud at the first slap across his skin. Jesper's face screws up with the sheer force of it in the best possible way, that sting followed by the look of bliss. "Yes," he whimpers deep in his throat. "Yes, please, Saints, please." He already said how much he likes this and it's obvious in how he wiggles excitedly, how he breathes unsteadily and his cock is headed toward an ugly color in how hard he is.
He eagerly shoves himself back onto Kell's cock, leaning over him by the grip on his jaw, desperately seeking the feel of him filled over and over again. Jesper shivers all over, trembling. "Spank me until you come, keep going, make my ass raw and then fill it, I'm begging you." He is so intensely feeling at the moment, pain and pleasure and feeling light-headed from blood flow. It's fantastic. "Spank me until you forgive me and then let me come too, please, I just want to be yours."