It's easier when he doesn't think about it. Just goes with the instinct of what feels right. But it's also like falling in blind. Kell doesn't want to go blind into whatever that is that they are having. He wants to go in with his eyes open. Aware and focused. Because this is as beautiful as it is scary, he doesn't want to miss any of it. He has no frame of reference, nothing to hold this feeling against to compare. He doesn't even have words for it. Those that he does, he learned from Jesper. Either from their first time or now. But it's alright. Whatever magic is involved in the way Jesper shows him things, it doesn't feel like instruction. More like exploration. As if Jesper wasn't teaching him things, but merely showing him a fascinating landscape that he enjoys and wants to share with him. It's so odd, but odd in a way that all things new and wonderful are.
Kell wants to do to him everything they did on their first night, and more. He soaks Jesper's laughter, shivers when Jesper licks his face clean then kisses his cheek. There's something irresistibly scandalous in the contradiction in his actions and Kell loves it. He wants more of it. The sweet, the sensual, the utterly defiled. The promise makes him laugh in turn.
"I think that can be arranged."
Horizon is all great, with endless possibilities, but Kell would love to repeat it in person, if only to feel the difference if there's any.In the waking world, as he tends to call it. That's something to remember for later time. He can't get distracted from what's in front of him by thinking about future, when the present is such a feast for the eyes. Not only the eyes. Kell licks his lips, bites his lower lip, watching Jesper stroll to the bed a little wobbly on his feet. As if he was adjusting for the discomfort of having been fucked so hard, so many times. The display only makes Kell want to fuck him more. Which is, quite obviously, the intended effect. Whatever Jesper wants of him, he never fails to achieve it. It might seem as if Kell was the one charge, but it still is Jesper holding the reigns. Which makes sense given he's the one with skill and experience here.
The way he walks, the way he spreads himself on the bed like a marvelous buffet, ready for Kell to devour. All this is intentional, and it's so damned effective that Kell almost misses the various implements that Jesper magics into existence for them to play with.
"Oh, I will. Don't you worry. I am planning to utterly ruin you."
Kell moves to the bed. He crawls all over Jesper on his hands and knees so he can hover over him. One move and he would crush him into the matress. So close and yet. He swats at Jesper's wrist, gently almost playfully, careful not to strike his cock. There was a clear no there and Kell remembers it well. He wants it to be in perfect condition for what he plans for Jesper. Full, wanting and untouched.
"Don't." he warns with a lewd smile. "This is my toy to play with. Besides I have better use for your hands."
He might have paid more attention to Jesper's naked body than all the implements Jesper materialized on the bed, but it doesn't matter he failed to notice them completely. There's a pair of handcuffs that would look especially pretty locked on Jesper's wrists. Like jewellery. A very special jewellery. Kell realizes he likes his instruments of torment to be pretty shining things. A ring, a pair of bracelets. Jesper is already gorgeous, he needs no adornment, but streaks of silver look so good against his dark skin Kell can't resist putting something like that on him.
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Kell wants to do to him everything they did on their first night, and more. He soaks Jesper's laughter, shivers when Jesper licks his face clean then kisses his cheek. There's something irresistibly scandalous in the contradiction in his actions and Kell loves it. He wants more of it. The sweet, the sensual, the utterly defiled. The promise makes him laugh in turn.
"I think that can be arranged."
Horizon is all great, with endless possibilities, but Kell would love to repeat it in person, if only to feel the difference if there's any.In the waking world, as he tends to call it. That's something to remember for later time. He can't get distracted from what's in front of him by thinking about future, when the present is such a feast for the eyes. Not only the eyes. Kell licks his lips, bites his lower lip, watching Jesper stroll to the bed a little wobbly on his feet. As if he was adjusting for the discomfort of having been fucked so hard, so many times. The display only makes Kell want to fuck him more. Which is, quite obviously, the intended effect. Whatever Jesper wants of him, he never fails to achieve it. It might seem as if Kell was the one charge, but it still is Jesper holding the reigns. Which makes sense given he's the one with skill and experience here.
The way he walks, the way he spreads himself on the bed like a marvelous buffet, ready for Kell to devour. All this is intentional, and it's so damned effective that Kell almost misses the various implements that Jesper magics into existence for them to play with.
"Oh, I will. Don't you worry. I am planning to utterly ruin you."
Kell moves to the bed. He crawls all over Jesper on his hands and knees so he can hover over him. One move and he would crush him into the matress. So close and yet. He swats at Jesper's wrist, gently almost playfully, careful not to strike his cock. There was a clear no there and Kell remembers it well. He wants it to be in perfect condition for what he plans for Jesper. Full, wanting and untouched.
"Don't." he warns with a lewd smile. "This is my toy to play with. Besides I have better use for your hands."
He might have paid more attention to Jesper's naked body than all the implements Jesper materialized on the bed, but it doesn't matter he failed to notice them completely. There's a pair of handcuffs that would look especially pretty locked on Jesper's wrists. Like jewellery. A very special jewellery. Kell realizes he likes his instruments of torment to be pretty shining things. A ring, a pair of bracelets. Jesper is already gorgeous, he needs no adornment, but streaks of silver look so good against his dark skin Kell can't resist putting something like that on him.