He is going to come from this. Not from the heat of Jesper's sweet ass, closing eagerly around his cock, as Kell thrusts deeper. No, it's the new sensation that truly gets to him this time. How many new things they did this evening already? Nothing felt this way. Kell is in a trance, all of his senses heightened, but narrowed to the object of his focus. And all of his focus is on Jesper. Each tremble, each little, desperate exhale when he begs Kell to hit him again, each spasm of muscle.
And he does. He lets go of Jesper's jaw, so he can grip his ass with both hands. Pinches his ass cheek hard, then hits the other one. There's no regularity to his blows. Nothing that could help Jesper get used to it or predict one is coming. Yet every single of them is measured and deliberate. Kell's own breathing gets fast and shallow, but he can feel everything with such crystal clarity, it seems time itself have slowed down. The electrifying tingling of expectation when he takes a swing. The crack of a slap, when his hand makes contact with Jesper's skin. The heat radiating from the point of contact, burning under his fingers. Every single one burns a trail of pleasure through his body straight to his cock. Makes his hips jerk upwards to bury him deeper into Jesper. So he can feel it more. At sixth, Kell is panting, heated groans spilling from his lips. Eighth finally sends him over the edge with a long, cry of pleasure, shooting hot into Jesper.
Still shaking from the last waves of orgasm, Kell finds himself already fantasizing what else he could do to this beauty. His mind flooded with images of objects he had seen before but pretty much ignored at the time. Smooth wooden paddles, soft suede floggers. So this is what people were using them for. No wonder they were crafted with such care.
"You've been such a treat, pretty thing," Kell growls into Jesper's ear. "You've taken my beating beautifully. I think I can forgive you now."
His hands caress Jesper's ass, slide up to his waist, down past his hips to grip at his thighs, pinching the delicate skin. Kell moves one hand to Jesper's cock, fingers curling tight around it. Takes his time with it, groping, playing with it, slowly dragging his fingers up and down the whole shaft. When he had his fill of the torment, he reaches for the cock ring and slips it off in one, fluid motion.
"Come for me, I allow it" he commands.
Kell says the words, but he doesn't plan to leave Jesper all to himself now. This would have been unnecessary cruelty, and not of the fun kind. He is going to make it so good for him, work him up all the way to orgasm and past. Jesper gave him one unbelievably good, he deserves a similar one for himself.
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And he does. He lets go of Jesper's jaw, so he can grip his ass with both hands. Pinches his ass cheek hard, then hits the other one. There's no regularity to his blows. Nothing that could help Jesper get used to it or predict one is coming. Yet every single of them is measured and deliberate. Kell's own breathing gets fast and shallow, but he can feel everything with such crystal clarity, it seems time itself have slowed down. The electrifying tingling of expectation when he takes a swing. The crack of a slap, when his hand makes contact with Jesper's skin. The heat radiating from the point of contact, burning under his fingers. Every single one burns a trail of pleasure through his body straight to his cock. Makes his hips jerk upwards to bury him deeper into Jesper. So he can feel it more. At sixth, Kell is panting, heated groans spilling from his lips. Eighth finally sends him over the edge with a long, cry of pleasure, shooting hot into Jesper.
Still shaking from the last waves of orgasm, Kell finds himself already fantasizing what else he could do to this beauty. His mind flooded with images of objects he had seen before but pretty much ignored at the time. Smooth wooden paddles, soft suede floggers. So this is what people were using them for. No wonder they were crafted with such care.
"You've been such a treat, pretty thing," Kell growls into Jesper's ear. "You've taken my beating beautifully. I think I can forgive you now."
His hands caress Jesper's ass, slide up to his waist, down past his hips to grip at his thighs, pinching the delicate skin. Kell moves one hand to Jesper's cock, fingers curling tight around it. Takes his time with it, groping, playing with it, slowly dragging his fingers up and down the whole shaft. When he had his fill of the torment, he reaches for the cock ring and slips it off in one, fluid motion.
"Come for me, I allow it" he commands.
Kell says the words, but he doesn't plan to leave Jesper all to himself now. This would have been unnecessary cruelty, and not of the fun kind. He is going to make it so good for him, work him up all the way to orgasm and past. Jesper gave him one unbelievably good, he deserves a similar one for himself.