It's a little murky to decided who orders who around here. Kell is saying all the bold words, but he also didn't have a single idea of his own, only following whatever wishes Jesper wants to lure him into. Which is fine. Of them two Jesper, is the one with experience. So Kell is quite happy to just act on whatever whim Jesper chooses to express, safe in the knowledge that it will prove very pleasurable for them both. His lack of experience turns quite beneficial, as he has no expectations and no preconceived notion of what either of their roles should be, or who gets to say or do what. Not knowing there can be rules, he's open to any experience that is fun for both of them. He doesn't have problem with Jesper steering their play in directions he wants. This is as much a learning experience with Jesper leading him through it so he can figure out which parts he likes most. All the while Kell continues to mistreat his body in all the wonderful ways possible.
It's no different with the current demand. As soon as Jesper asks him to pause, Kell complies. Whatever are Jesper plans for them, he's sure they're going to be worth slight disappointment at being told to wait. He watches Jesper slide off the table, turn around swiftly, and lean on it with his back to Kell and his pretty ass high in the air. The little wiggle he makes causes Kell to swallow hard. Saints, this man is going to ruin him. All Jesper has to do to make Kell loose him damned mind is shake that pretty ass at him. There's no single thought left after such a display, only hunger. This is Horizon so everything is intentional, down to the smallest details like the streak of come dripping out of Jesper's ass, slithering slowly down his inner thigh. Kell groans. Saints, that's hot!
"What a lovely sight you make all spread out like that for me."
He steps back in, grabs Jesper's perfect ass with both hands, his grip firm enough to bruise. Lets go only to slap him hard. Once, twice. Obscene moans rolling off his tongue as he does. As if there was any lingering doubt to how much this turns him on. As if he wasn't hard already. Then hits once more just to feel Jesper's skin heat under the palm of his hand when he strikes him.
"Now, you're ready to take it."
Kell reaches out to grab a fistful of Jesper's hair and pulls, down to get a hold of his desperately full cock. Only then he rams into him, buries himself in Jesper's ass all the way up to his balls in one, brutal strike. His own first orgasm surprised him. Too fast, too selfish. Kell didn't get a chance to properly pay attention to Jesper's pleasure. So now, it's is all about Jesper. Kell sets the rhythm of his thrusts to match the movement of his hand on Jesper's cock. Ever so slightly correcting his angle until he can feel it in the reactions of Jesper's body underneath him that he hits the right spot each time he spears him. The pace is relentless, with barely a space to breath under the constant onslaught. It's meant to be. He wants to overwhelm Jesper with pleasure, flood his mind with it so there will be no space left for any lingering thought. No fears, no worries, no trouble. Nothing. Only Kell's cock nailing him time and time again while pounds him into the table.
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It's no different with the current demand. As soon as Jesper asks him to pause, Kell complies. Whatever are Jesper plans for them, he's sure they're going to be worth slight disappointment at being told to wait. He watches Jesper slide off the table, turn around swiftly, and lean on it with his back to Kell and his pretty ass high in the air. The little wiggle he makes causes Kell to swallow hard. Saints, this man is going to ruin him. All Jesper has to do to make Kell loose him damned mind is shake that pretty ass at him. There's no single thought left after such a display, only hunger. This is Horizon so everything is intentional, down to the smallest details like the streak of come dripping out of Jesper's ass, slithering slowly down his inner thigh. Kell groans. Saints, that's hot!
"What a lovely sight you make all spread out like that for me."
He steps back in, grabs Jesper's perfect ass with both hands, his grip firm enough to bruise. Lets go only to slap him hard. Once, twice. Obscene moans rolling off his tongue as he does. As if there was any lingering doubt to how much this turns him on. As if he wasn't hard already. Then hits once more just to feel Jesper's skin heat under the palm of his hand when he strikes him.
"Now, you're ready to take it."
Kell reaches out to grab a fistful of Jesper's hair and pulls, down to get a hold of his desperately full cock. Only then he rams into him, buries himself in Jesper's ass all the way up to his balls in one, brutal strike.
His own first orgasm surprised him. Too fast, too selfish. Kell didn't get a chance to properly pay attention to Jesper's pleasure. So now, it's is all about Jesper. Kell sets the rhythm of his thrusts to match the movement of his hand on Jesper's cock. Ever so slightly correcting his angle until he can feel it in the reactions of Jesper's body underneath him that he hits the right spot each time he spears him. The pace is relentless, with barely a space to breath under the constant onslaught. It's meant to be. He wants to overwhelm Jesper with pleasure, flood his mind with it so there will be no space left for any lingering thought. No fears, no worries, no trouble. Nothing. Only Kell's cock nailing him time and time again while pounds him into the table.