All of his senses and nerves are on fire, frayed and ready to unravel, and that is what makes this so good. He feels his body tense and yet no relief comes, lasting, lingering. Jesper's mouth drops open as both of Kell's hands grip his ass and he whimpers and moans and gasps out in pain at the pinches and slaps. It is utterly humiliating how desperate he is for it, how he jerks forward against Kell's body with every smack. His flesh makes a very satisfying sound each time and he is beyond words.
He becomes nothing more than a mess, his expression agonized need, his body pushing back into Kell's cock as if he can only try to get him deeper somehow. Like it could never be deep enough. Jesper's skin burns and so do his eyes and it is glorious. He groans loudly when Kell finally comes into him, a spurt of warmth and relief, and Jesper rides on top of him harder to try and string out as much of Kell's pleasure as possible.
"Thank you." Jesper can only be relieved at the idea of getting his own relief. Denial is fun but only because it hopefully leads to a release. He sounds so grateful too, like Kell has given him the moon. "Thank you for blessing me." With all of it, but now Kell's turning the corner into focusing only on his pleasure. Jesper lets himself lean into it instead of pushing it away, the pain morphing into something beautiful and long-lasting.
He no longer rides since he prefers Kell stuffed inside of him like this as his orgasm builds. Jesper's sweaty and covered in them and yet he seems to glow the closer he gets to the edge. His head tips back and he cries out, pushing into Kell's hand until he whites out and yet another orgasm kicks him straight in the teeth. Jesper barely stays conscious and falls down onto Kell's chest, breathing raggedly.
"Saints, I've never been this surprised by someone." Jesper laughs and presses his forehead to Kell's sternum. "I am going to need longer than ten minutes for the next one." He smiles as he lifts his head, gray eyes hazy and warm. "Probably only fifteen."
Coming out of event hell to say let's wind down to wrap on the sexathon!
He becomes nothing more than a mess, his expression agonized need, his body pushing back into Kell's cock as if he can only try to get him deeper somehow. Like it could never be deep enough. Jesper's skin burns and so do his eyes and it is glorious. He groans loudly when Kell finally comes into him, a spurt of warmth and relief, and Jesper rides on top of him harder to try and string out as much of Kell's pleasure as possible.
"Thank you." Jesper can only be relieved at the idea of getting his own relief. Denial is fun but only because it hopefully leads to a release. He sounds so grateful too, like Kell has given him the moon. "Thank you for blessing me." With all of it, but now Kell's turning the corner into focusing only on his pleasure. Jesper lets himself lean into it instead of pushing it away, the pain morphing into something beautiful and long-lasting.
He no longer rides since he prefers Kell stuffed inside of him like this as his orgasm builds. Jesper's sweaty and covered in them and yet he seems to glow the closer he gets to the edge. His head tips back and he cries out, pushing into Kell's hand until he whites out and yet another orgasm kicks him straight in the teeth. Jesper barely stays conscious and falls down onto Kell's chest, breathing raggedly.
"Saints, I've never been this surprised by someone." Jesper laughs and presses his forehead to Kell's sternum. "I am going to need longer than ten minutes for the next one." He smiles as he lifts his head, gray eyes hazy and warm. "Probably only fifteen."