Jesper laughs through his own quick breathing. "I salute you for your resistance to my charms for several minutes." Jesper does look insanely hot these days. He's always been attractive, but the constant adoration and being fed by worship only leads him to glow and ripple. Koby can see it now in his defined muscles, in the smoothness of dark skin, in the delicacy of his defined facial features and bright gray eyes. The gods have all changed in one way or another as they grew more powerful, but his dominion is beauty itself.
Not that he minds hearing it every time someone flatters him. He loves it, in fact. He'd be preening if he wasn't balls-deep inside of his sweet-faced lover.
Jesper's well aware that Koby is not as fragile as he looks, it's one of his favorite things about him. He smirks and encourages Koby's legs around his waist to hold on. "If I don't have at least one scratch mark from you after this, I'll consider it a failure." Then they'll just have to do it again, oh no! Jesper doesn't take it easy, in fact he ramps it up right away to meet that challenge. He slams into Koby with enough force to cause the bed to creak, starting with a punishing and strong pace so his lover has no time to adjust to it. The surprise is part of the fun and he's on a mission so despite the pleasure zooming through his body, he is focused on Koby alone.
One strong arm holds him up as he dives in for a kiss but he arches his back just enough that the other hand can move between them, caressing over Koby's chest, playing with his nipples in a much gentler touch than the way his body is thrusting like he plans to fuck him right through the bed into the next dimension.
"Ten whole minutes," Koby corrects breathlessly, grinning, giving off starlight like a damned lightbulb, radiating so much warmth and light that a mortal would have to shield their gaze. But Jesper isn't mortal -- neither of them are, and it's a gift Koby's constantly grateful for, because there's no recoiling when he reaches up to trace silvery stardust over Jesper's smooth cheekbones, the lines of his face. Koby can kiss him a thousand times and never leave him singed or coughing up starstuff.
So he does, legs curling around Jesper's waist, body shuddering deliciously with the familiar intensifying speed -- Koby hadn't been much for stamina, at the beginning, but after centuries, he's gotten quite good at riding the waves of pleasure without tipping over the edge. Then again, this is Jesper, god of love and beauty here. Much as Koby doesn't want things to end too quickly, he knows he'll never win in a test of his will against Jesper's magic.
So he lets it go, kisses Jesper again and again, between shuddery, panting breaths, hands slipping down his (beautiful, perfect) back, nails digging in just a bit. "I-I don't scratch," he huffs, clearly untrue, because he's scratching right then, at the dizzying swell of pleasure from how deep Jesper's thrusts are. A shivering, almost-moan, Koby's eyes squeezing shut for a moment, nails biting in deeper, deeper, as he manages, unnecessarily: "Right -- there, don't stop--"
Sometimes Jesper is in a mood where he wants to be slow and sweet, but that will be for later, after they get this intense need out of them. He can spend hours in someone's bed and plans on doing exactly that. They have the time to linger and be tender, where he'll get off Koby multiple times licking his clit until he wants to die from it. But this is where they are first.
Jesper likes being covered in marks, it's one of his many favorites in bed. He likes scratch marks, bruises, hickeys, bite marks, he leaves come on him instead of cleaning off. He loves the act of sex itself and everything that comes with it. He mentioned scratching because he knows Koby will do exactly that to his back, as he already is doing, and he laughs into his mouth.
"Oh baby, I'll never stop." Jesper grips Koby's ass and tilts his pelvis up higher, holding him in place so he can thrust into him. He's neatly got him pinned in a way so he can only take it, wanting to give this beautiful boy of his a reminder of why he shouldn't leave for too long. It gives him a very good view of Koby's chest and bare body, caressing down it until he easily finds the clit and rubs it. He knows how Koby likes it after centuries of them in bed and he touches him in between each thrust so there's no time between pleasure. He's either deep inside or circling his clit giving sensation over and over.
"Come for me, sweetheart, I've missed your face so much, I've missed your body. Let me see you. Let me love you."
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Not that he minds hearing it every time someone flatters him. He loves it, in fact. He'd be preening if he wasn't balls-deep inside of his sweet-faced lover.
Jesper's well aware that Koby is not as fragile as he looks, it's one of his favorite things about him. He smirks and encourages Koby's legs around his waist to hold on. "If I don't have at least one scratch mark from you after this, I'll consider it a failure." Then they'll just have to do it again, oh no! Jesper doesn't take it easy, in fact he ramps it up right away to meet that challenge. He slams into Koby with enough force to cause the bed to creak, starting with a punishing and strong pace so his lover has no time to adjust to it. The surprise is part of the fun and he's on a mission so despite the pleasure zooming through his body, he is focused on Koby alone.
One strong arm holds him up as he dives in for a kiss but he arches his back just enough that the other hand can move between them, caressing over Koby's chest, playing with his nipples in a much gentler touch than the way his body is thrusting like he plans to fuck him right through the bed into the next dimension.
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So he does, legs curling around Jesper's waist, body shuddering deliciously with the familiar intensifying speed -- Koby hadn't been much for stamina, at the beginning, but after centuries, he's gotten quite good at riding the waves of pleasure without tipping over the edge. Then again, this is Jesper, god of love and beauty here. Much as Koby doesn't want things to end too quickly, he knows he'll never win in a test of his will against Jesper's magic.
So he lets it go, kisses Jesper again and again, between shuddery, panting breaths, hands slipping down his (beautiful, perfect) back, nails digging in just a bit. "I-I don't scratch," he huffs, clearly untrue, because he's scratching right then, at the dizzying swell of pleasure from how deep Jesper's thrusts are. A shivering, almost-moan, Koby's eyes squeezing shut for a moment, nails biting in deeper, deeper, as he manages, unnecessarily: "Right -- there, don't stop--"
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Jesper likes being covered in marks, it's one of his many favorites in bed. He likes scratch marks, bruises, hickeys, bite marks, he leaves come on him instead of cleaning off. He loves the act of sex itself and everything that comes with it. He mentioned scratching because he knows Koby will do exactly that to his back, as he already is doing, and he laughs into his mouth.
"Oh baby, I'll never stop." Jesper grips Koby's ass and tilts his pelvis up higher, holding him in place so he can thrust into him. He's neatly got him pinned in a way so he can only take it, wanting to give this beautiful boy of his a reminder of why he shouldn't leave for too long. It gives him a very good view of Koby's chest and bare body, caressing down it until he easily finds the clit and rubs it. He knows how Koby likes it after centuries of them in bed and he touches him in between each thrust so there's no time between pleasure. He's either deep inside or circling his clit giving sensation over and over.
"Come for me, sweetheart, I've missed your face so much, I've missed your body. Let me see you. Let me love you."