The moment Kell says the words, he instantly regrets them. He wants to take them back, hearing himself say them fills him with dread. It sounded better in his head, but ... no, even then it didn't. He was trying to guess what he should do, instead of following the clues Jesper leaves for him. That's how he fucks things up. Trying to fake competence, pretend he knows what's he's doing when he clearly does not.

Again, it is Jesper who does just the right thing. Is it because he noticed Kell's reaction even before it dawned on Kell himself? Saw him go pale the moment he realized he's gone too far? Or merely has seen people fumble at this new strange thing enough times to be able to foresee what comes next and prevent the meltdown from happening? It really doesn't matter. What matters are the kisses, both the deliciously sloppy and the gentle one, that feel oddly comforting comparing to what they were just doing, and yet they're just the thing Kell needs to stop him from spiraling into full blown panic. Then there's Jesper's hungry mouth on him to free him from all thought.

"Yes. Please. I need you."

Kell doesn't care he sounds like a kicked puppy. He so desperately wants it to work, and so thoroughly doesn't know how to make it. It's all too new and too strong. He needs all the guidance he can get. Please help him.