Fun is something that Kell needs to learn and Jesper is an expert teacher. He's open to so many things that makes Kell more willing to try, to admit, to explore even those feelings and wants that scare him. It's only because Jesper is who he is that Kell is able to tell him his darkest fantasies. He loves being called sweet after the torrent of filth that just left his mouth. He revels in the gentle kisses and being held like something delicate and precious while Jesper calmly explains to him where exactly he should hit him and how. Melts into the long kiss that feels all soft and gentle, but leaves Kell trembling with hunger, every cell in his body vibrating with lust.
When Jesper mounts him and grinds his ass against him, it tears a long obscene moan from his lips. Saints, it feels so good. Kell doesn't need encouragement to grab his hips, lift him up, line his hard cock with Jesper's entrance and shove it all inside him in one, powerful thrust. He will let Jesper take over, but the first move belongs to him.
"I really like it when you ask me to fuck you."
Kell falls down on Jesper to crush his lips in a ravenous kiss, forcing his tongue into his mouth before he even has a chance to let him in. He wants to keep devouring him all the way until they both come, breaking the kiss only when their lungs scream for air. Let him set up the pace, ride him the way he wants to, as fast or slow as he wants it. But Kell is not passive either, he thrusts up when Jesper does down, slides a hand between them to squeeze and stroke his length, caress his balls.
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Date: 2023-05-07 07:10 pm (UTC)When Jesper mounts him and grinds his ass against him, it tears a long obscene moan from his lips. Saints, it feels so good. Kell doesn't need encouragement to grab his hips, lift him up, line his hard cock with Jesper's entrance and shove it all inside him in one, powerful thrust. He will let Jesper take over, but the first move belongs to him.
"I really like it when you ask me to fuck you."
Kell falls down on Jesper to crush his lips in a ravenous kiss, forcing his tongue into his mouth before he even has a chance to let him in. He wants to keep devouring him all the way until they both come, breaking the kiss only when their lungs scream for air. Let him set up the pace, ride him the way he wants to, as fast or slow as he wants it. But Kell is not passive either, he thrusts up when Jesper does down, slides a hand between them to squeeze and stroke his length, caress his balls.