Jesper generally prefers being in the real world. He's very grounded in his life in Cadens and always has plenty to do. But there is something deeply beautiful about this place too and sometimes it does relax him. The shooting range is actually his favorite spot because he doesn't have anywhere in Cadens to just blow some steam off with his bullets. He can put them all back together, but it satisfies something in him to let it go. The fact that he wants Rhy to have sex with him on this table is also very deliberate. He spends a lot of time here shooting his guns. Now he'll think of this.

"You love it," is what he laughs back, about being unbearable. That laugh turns strangled when Kell starts shoving his fingers in him for real and he groans. "Yes, Kell, whatever you say, please." He can say out loud when he fucks him and how as long as he actually does it. Jesper's already feeling on the edge of pleasure and he cries out loudly when Kell thrusts into him. "Fuck, yes, thank you, thank you." See he can be very good and appreciative when he gets what he wants.

Jesper can actually destroy people's clothing with a single touch due to his Grisha abilities, and he does that now, the thread just seeming to unravel entirely by itself when he tugs on Kell's pants. Leaving them both naked and grinding together. He hooks his legs around Kell's waist and digs his heels into his ass to keep him pushing hard.

Jesper leans back onto his elbows so he can angle himself perfectly for Kell's cock and also look at him clearly from here. His hungry eyes moves over his flushed pale skin and fire red hair, his pretty cock sliding in and out of him. He's grunting and loud, as if he wants them to be caught, the sound of their flesh slapping together over and over again obscene.

"Saints I missed your cock. Did you miss my hole?" His smile is wicked. "Did you miss cramming it full of your come?"