Kell has made the whip and cane parts of his outfit mainly as decorations. He had no particular use for them in mind, but when Jesper decides to take both items with them into the cabin leaving the pile of their discarded clothes behind, Kell reasons it's because he expects them to be used. So now it's on Kell to figure out how.
Is it influence of his present company, or was he always this filthy? Just never had a good chance to express it? Kell only needs to start thinking about it for his mind to helpfully supply an image of Jesper, his hands bound high over his head, sucking his cock while being mercilessly flogged with the whip until his gorgeous, dark skin is all stained from the hits, then fucked with the whip's handle. Kell made the thing conveniently just the right shape and size in hard, polished ivory with delicate ribbing on all it's length. Warm to the touch as ivory always is. Perfect for this purpose.
He doesn't get to suggest any of it. The moment they cross the cabin's entrance Jesper's throws him at the closed door. Tongue and teeth marking his way down Kell's body as he sinks to his knees, jerks him off just enough so he can swallow him whole. Kell's reaction to that sudden, though not unexpected, attack is a string of loud moans. Saints, it feels so good. His hip buckle forward burying him deeper into Jesper's eager mouth.
"So greedy, I like that," he growls. Reaches down with both hands to find a secure grip in Jesper's hair, so he can hold his head steady while he fucks his mouth exactly as Jesper likes it, rough and merciless. He doesn't stop until he's just about to come. It's third time in such a quick succession. Truly Horizon is marvelous place.
In his barely coherent state Kell finally has an idea. How to ask Jesper if he'd like to whipped without having to drop his act to ask directly.
"You are going to swallow all I am to give you. Don't you dare to loose even a drop, or I am going to flog you so hard, you'll regret not doing better when I told you to."
All Jesper has to do if he wants to be whipped is disobey. Kell would be most comfortable if Jesper outright told him he wants it so there was no doubt about it. Or helped him find a way to ask without ruining the mood. He wants Jesper to suffer, but only in a pleasant way. He'd never want to cross the line into actual hurt.
He slowly realizes he doesn't now how to tell the difference. And it's a major issue. Safe words aside, Kell wants to know how Jesper looks and sounds when he's put through delicious anguish, and how he does when it's better for Kell to stop. Even before any safe word is used.
Because he knows what he wants to do to Jesper if he disobeys. He wants to throw him to the floor, yell at him and flog him. He has the whole scene in his mind. In vivid detail. But how can he tell if Jesper will enjoy it? They were up to such a good start outside at the table. He doesn't want to grind this all to a halt to have A Discussion. Jesper is so hot and confident that as much as he adores those qualities in him they make Kell feel his lack of experience viscerally. What they have is wicked and beautiful. He desperately doesn't want to fuck this up.
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Is it influence of his present company, or was he always this filthy? Just never had a good chance to express it? Kell only needs to start thinking about it for his mind to helpfully supply an image of Jesper, his hands bound high over his head, sucking his cock while being mercilessly flogged with the whip until his gorgeous, dark skin is all stained from the hits, then fucked with the whip's handle. Kell made the thing conveniently just the right shape and size in hard, polished ivory with delicate ribbing on all it's length. Warm to the touch as ivory always is. Perfect for this purpose.
He doesn't get to suggest any of it. The moment they cross the cabin's entrance Jesper's throws him at the closed door. Tongue and teeth marking his way down Kell's body as he sinks to his knees, jerks him off just enough so he can swallow him whole. Kell's reaction to that sudden, though not unexpected, attack is a string of loud moans. Saints, it feels so good. His hip buckle forward burying him deeper into Jesper's eager mouth.
"So greedy, I like that," he growls. Reaches down with both hands to find a secure grip in Jesper's hair, so he can hold his head steady while he fucks his mouth exactly as Jesper likes it, rough and merciless. He doesn't stop until he's just about to come. It's third time in such a quick succession. Truly Horizon is marvelous place.
In his barely coherent state Kell finally has an idea. How to ask Jesper if he'd like to whipped without having to drop his act to ask directly.
"You are going to swallow all I am to give you. Don't you dare to loose even a drop, or I am going to flog you so hard, you'll regret not doing better when I told you to."
All Jesper has to do if he wants to be whipped is disobey. Kell would be most comfortable if Jesper outright told him he wants it so there was no doubt about it. Or helped him find a way to ask without ruining the mood. He wants Jesper to suffer, but only in a pleasant way. He'd never want to cross the line into actual hurt.
He slowly realizes he doesn't now how to tell the difference. And it's a major issue. Safe words aside, Kell wants to know how Jesper looks and sounds when he's put through delicious anguish, and how he does when it's better for Kell to stop. Even before any safe word is used.
Because he knows what he wants to do to Jesper if he disobeys. He wants to throw him to the floor, yell at him and flog him. He has the whole scene in his mind. In vivid detail. But how can he tell if Jesper will enjoy it? They were up to such a good start outside at the table. He doesn't want to grind this all to a halt to have A Discussion. Jesper is so hot and confident that as much as he adores those qualities in him they make Kell feel his lack of experience viscerally. What they have is wicked and beautiful. He desperately doesn't want to fuck this up.