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Kell doesn't deign to comment on the needy plea. Instead, he falls down to devour Jesper's lips. Intense and bruising, it never fails to send scorching heat down to his groin.

"How nice of you to offer such helpful suggestions, but do not think I forgot how rude you were before."

It doesn't take much to reach for the handcuffs, close them on Jesper's wrists, and attach the chain to the secure spot over his head then leans away to admire his work.

"You look so pretty with those bracelets on."

There's one more thing to do to make it perfect. Kell catches the key for handcuffs, still in the lock, with his teeth pulling it out, then moves up to drop it into Jesper's hand, closing his fingers over the metal. He bites his wrist lightly to make a point.

"Hold on to this. Just don't try to unlock yourself."

This is fully intentional temptation. Kell will always give Jesper occasions to misbehave only so he can punish him. It feels so weird that he makes up those rules only so Jesper can break them. He wants Jesper to break them so he could then punish him for those imaginary transgressions. It does make him wonder if Jesper enjoys it at least as much he does.

"Turn around. On your knees, ass high."

It demands some creative wiggling on Jesper's part, now that he's chained to the headboard, but they're both young, agile and in a place that makes even more implausible physical feats possible. Kell doesn't have to wait long for Jesper to follow his command.

The sight almost makes him change his mind. Jeper's bare back, the line of his spine drawing Kell's gaze down to his ass now on full display. The urge to grab Jesper by his hips and just ram into him wells up, threatening to override whatever devious plan Kell had had before. He swallows hard, short of fully giving into the temptation, moves to kneel behind Jesper dragging his hands down Jesper's sides to grope his ass and press his own hardness against Jesper's all too inviting hole. He can't help but let a small moan slip.

"I could take you right now, but it would be a reward for your misbehavior not a punishment."

Saints, it's impossible how much he wants to do just that...

It won't be a long wait this time. Deprivation is fun, but tonight Kell wants to overwhelm both of them. Flood their minds with sensations so intense there will no place left for the memories of the horrors he's so desperately trying to run from. Jesper surely has a share of his own. Kell needed one look at him at the execution to know exactly that. And Horizon is the perfect place to forget. It's all in their heads, yes, but that's exactly the point. A different kind of healing can take place here. Such, that would not be possible anywhere outside of it. Not without causing a damage of its own.

Most often relief from pain is enough for healing of the body to start, but pain can also be a point of focus for a troubled mind. It's something Kell just starts to discover. Theirs have been very troubled lately. Kell's even more troubled after the execution that, in part, was supposed to work as reassurance, but ended only shattering his sense of safety further. Shaking what little control he was able to rebuild after returning to Thorne.

Kell calls for the flogger and it falls into his hand as naturally as if it was made for it. He starts to caress to Jesper's thighs and ass with soft, suede strands. Takes his time to fully get a feel how it is to handle this particular instrument of pain and pleasure. Only when he feels secure in his grip and control over it, is when he slides back allowing himself enough space to move. The strands are soft to the touch, but when swung they land on Jesper's thigh with a satisfying thwack, darkening the skin where it hit. Whatever was his plan, at the fourth lash Kell is all done. His mouth is parched, eyes wide, heart thumping, gasping for air like a drowning man. He's shivering, every nerve on fire, both dizzy with never before experienced type of pleasure and acutely aware of every single detail. Sight, sound, scent. Mad and blinded with lust.

He drops the flogger, crawls forward, then fucks into Jesper until they're both spent and panting, doesn't pull out even after that. Kell knows Jesper likes to be stuffed full long after the orgasm has rolled over both of them. That, and it would require him to move. He can't. Not before he calms his breath and gets his heart from trying to break free from his chest.

"How are you so irresistible..." he whispers, lips pressed to the back of Jesper's neck. "The more I fuck you, the more I end wanting to fuck you again."

Jesper can finagle his way to his knees because he can simply make the handcuffs move with his body. They're in the Horizon but he can also do this with real handcuffs since they're made of matter like everything he can manipulate. But there is something he particularly enjoys about this position. Jesper likes feeling helpless or on display, he gets off on being submissive and treated as a body to use. His eagerness is clear.

He takes the key and plans on using it eventually to be a bad boy, as they both know is necessary eventually, but this time around he is happy to be at Kell's mercy and do what he wants. Jesper smirks when Kell says he could take him but it wouldn't be a punishment, and he knows how tempted he is anyway, with Jesper looking like that. He probably could push him by begging and shaking his ass at him just right, but Kell wanted to try the flogger and he said he could.

He sucks in a breath when he first feels the suede touch of the flogger and he shivers all over, the gentle touch of it all the more enticing when he knows it will turn harsh soon. The first whack has the breath knock out of him and Jesper cries out only for it to turn into a desperate moan. The pain is exquisite and distracting and he hardens to the point of agony too. The skin bruises because he wants it to, the sting settling onto his skin. "Yes, Kell, punish me, make me be good."

He manages to get that out before Kell hits him again and by the fourth one he is a mess too, gasping, his heart racing, precum spread out on the bed as he jerks forward and gets only more turned on. Jesper can't form the words to beg and then Kell is thrusting harshly inside of him and he is only noises and pleasure then. He can't say yes or Kell's name he can only whimper and push back into the agonized need. He comes faster than Kell, tightening around him when he does.

Jesper sighs, the agony of the flogging and sex so perfectly transitioning into a sense of true peace. He hums happily when Kell stays inside of him, he's learning. His hands are still handcuffed to the bed so all he can do is drop his head back to give Kell access to his neck, a silent request for it.

"Because you've wanted this your whole life, Kell, you just didn't know it." This desire has been dug down deep in Kell's subconscious so he couldn't acknowledge it, the embarrassment or shame forced on him. He's been bereft of this relief that he's needed. "Stay in me." Jesper moves off his knees to simply lie down on the bed this way, stretched out again, the marks on his body visible to Kell now.

"Lie down on me, I want to feel your weight pressing me." Jesper enjoys the idea of really being pinned down and fucked into the mattress, but he has another idea to go with that. "And then I want you to fuck me sweet and slow, baby, can you do that? There are many ways to use a body." And sometimes that includes affection.

Kell doesn't always need instruction to do what he does. When the torrent of sensation gave way to languid bliss, he simply follows his instinct. To claim Jesper's exposed neck with kisses, a lot gentler than any they've shared before. Crush him into the mattress with his own weight, not to cause pain, simply to get as much skin contact as he can even when they're still a tangled mess of connected flesh with barely even air between their bodies. Reach to caress every bit of exposed skin his own body does not already cover with light touch. Stillness is not in his nature, but Kell doesn't really want to break it. There's deep seated satisfaction taking root all the way in his bones, weighing him down, making only his hands move. He had never felt like this. He never thought he could.

"Maybe I did know."

There's no embarrassment or shame to fend off. Not in the usual sense. Just a wounded pride, a misplaced sense of his own superiority, jealousy, and a whole lot of anger. His is a culture very permissive in matters of sex. Kell had realized quickly that Thorne is a lot less so. He had to hold his tongue on numerous occasions.
Back home, he hated it. The ease of connection others seemed to have. That he was lacking. That he thought he would never have. That was, for the most part, too dangerous for him. Too frightening to others. He told himself he doesn't need it. That he's better. He's Antari. He's destined for greater things than freely fucking at parties. He's not like them. There has ever been only a single person spared his condemnation. The same one as always.

It didn't mean Kell went fully celibate back home. He was a living, breathing human after all. Quite horny as teenager. But he never allowed himself to be so open as he is with Jesper. For many reasons, not only his stupid pride, but it did not help. It only made him sadder, and angrier.
He's none of it now. He is satisfied, relaxed... who know maybe even happy.

"How dare you read my mind again," Kell laughs, playfully nibbling at Jesper's ear. "You have such a breathtaking beauty, Jesper. I hope people tell you this all the time. They should. You deserve to be adored and cherished. I want to savor you as much as I want to ruin you."

This is only their second meeting, but Kell wants Jesper to truly feel him. Each caress, each kiss. There's desire, yes, but it's no longer only lust... He doesn't know what it is, and in all honesty, he doesn't want to put a name on it. To limit, to fence off this wonderful feeling with words and definitions feels like a crime. A betrayal of the fragile thing that by some unbelievable cosmic coincidence was allowed to exist. It doesn't help that he's very bad at even recognizing his own emotions, let alone naming them. As long as it's not anger, he's lost. He desperately doesn't want to lose this one.

His hands are still bound but he contently exposes more of his neck and throat for Kell to kiss as much as he wants. The man is a natural at adapting from intense to sweet, but he isn't surprised. Kell seems like a very sweet person at his core, beneath the intensity and occasional glimpse of insecurity or uncertainty. Jesper is sometimes seen as unbearably attractive to people because of his confidence, his certainty. He doesn't love himself all of the time, but he knows who he is and what he provides.

He laughs at the nibbling on his ear and sneaks a leg underneath Kell's, using his foot to rub against his ankle as a caress since his hands can't. "They do tell me it all the time, love, but please don't think that means I like to hear it any less." Jesper is like a purring cat when complimented and worn through from sex. "Mmm, let me turn around, actually. You don't need to get out, I'll make it easy." By that he means this is the Horizon, it's nebulous. He can turn, his hands still handcuffed, and turn to face Kell stuffed full of him.

This is so he can lean up and kiss him for real. Not the starving eagerness from outside or every passionate embrace since. This is slow and sweet because Jesper has sex in every way. Graphic, aggressive, romantic. There is no only one way when it comes to him. He kisses Kell like it's the first time, curling a leg around his waist, pressing up toward him, happy to be covered.

"You are beautiful too, Kell." Jesper smiles up at him, nuzzling his nose affectionately. "I'd love to be inside of you some time, if you'd like it." It's not that he doesn't love this. He is literally doing everything he can to have Kell inside of him and stay there. His thirst is unquenched, permanently. But he is so pretty. Jesper is a true switch in every way. He puts no limits on the things he enjoys. "I know you'd be breathtaking on my cock." He nibbles at his jawline.

In Horizon, their bodies move like water, accommodating any wish they might have at the moment. Kell is only slightly surprised by Jesper rearranging them into a position more comfortable for long, sensuous kisses, but he's quick to catch up, slides his hands up Jesper's outstretched arms to link their fingers together just as he sinks into their kiss. He meets Jesper pressing upward by pushing himself even deeper into him, half-hard already. Laughs, a little awkward, at the compliment.

"Mhhmm...I think it will feel fantastic to have you inside me."

With Kell stuffed in him as deep as he possibly could, Jesper is in the best spot to realize, in real time, what Kell thinks of his proposition, to feel him harden just as he utters it.

In clear contrast to almost everything they did up to this point, this is the one thing that Kell knew that he wanted from the very start. He got distracted by all the new and wonderful things, but it doesn't mean the desire for it went away. From the moment their eyes met at the banquet, Kell wanted Jesper to nail him against a wall, or bed, or literally anywhere, and fuck him unconscious. There's no denying that he's very happy with what he's already got. The needs he barely suspected he had, all of them deliciously fulfilled but this one.

"Would you like to try it now?"

It's a gamble, Kell has to break through years of conditioning to be even able to ask this question. To admit to his desire. There is politics in fucking and being fucked when you're royalty. Even if you're royalty in name only. There's even more politics involved when you're supposed to be the power behind the throne, feared and revered. No matter how much he wanted, Kell couldn't risk even a potential loss to his reputation by letting someone of a lower station fuck him into the mattress. It remained unattainable fantasy.
Here? With Jesper? In a place that barely notices his existence? There's no politics to think of, and no fear to stop him from asking.

"But I will need you to be gentle, I've never had anyone do this to me before. I only ever did this to other people," he admits then adds with a wicked smile. "Once we're done with the first time, I might want you to stop being so gentle."

"I can tell you like the idea," Jesper says on a laugh when Kell hardens inside of him hearing that. It had been his original plan too, there was something in those first few moments of flirting that made him think Kell did need to get fucked thoroughly. It ended up this way because Kell was playing with a certain fire for the first time, but both options have always been on the table. It makes a little more sense how skittish Kell was at first, if he's never had anyone fuck him but wanted to. It's fine this is the path they took; more than fine. It's been wonderful.

"Your first, well I am very honored." Jesper is utterly sincere when he says that. He is a fantastic person for someone to have as a first time because his confidence and kindness are endless. He flicks out his wrists and the handcuffs fall off them since this is about to change. "You're going to have to let me open you the old-fashioned way then, so you get used to it. It'll still be your first time when I nail you in person." So he'll have to be gentle and get him comfortable both times, and they might as well practice now.

Jesper reaches up to grip Kell by the ass and squeezes playfully, before turning them over in one very graceful movement. Reluctantly he has to let Kell out of him if they are going to do this. He leans back in to kiss Kell with that same loving lingering way, pressing his lips to his neck, much slower now that he has the opportunity. Their sex has always been intense, but they've just gotten a few rounds out of their system, and this is Kell's first time even if it's in a dream world. Jesper wants it to be nice.

"Your skin is so soft." Jesper nuzzles the dip in his throat and nibbles at his clavicle. "I wanted to get on my knees under the table that first night, you were gorgeous." He is talking now because once his mouth actually gets busy, he won't be able to tell Kell all these true compliments that fall like honey from his tongue right then. His lips move down Kell's torso but he doesn't go fast to his prize, he lingers on his nipples, biting the tight points, sucking hard on each of them.

"I did think about pushing you up against a wall on the deck and fucking you there, but now that I know it's your first, I'm glad I didn't try." Jesper had something on him to smooth the way and he is clearly confident enough in himself to think that Kell would have been so swept away in lust with a stranger that he might have let him. Jesper likes almost getting caught, it's one of his kinks. And he can be very persuasive.

He smiles into Kell's skin as he continues down and sighs, nuzzling his hard flesh, licking all the way from base to tip. "Spread your legs for me, baby, and tell me how you imagined me fucking you." Jesper doesn't take him into his mouth, he plans on tormenting him a little as his fingers do the actual work of playing with his hole, running a wet finger along the rim and only pushing half a finger in at first.

Kell looks away, painfully aware that he's all flushed red again. Damn his pale skin betraying his stupid nerves every single time. It's so silly, he shouldn't be nervous. Not with Jesper, not after what they've already done. Then it dawns on him. He's not nervous, he's excited. It's so easy to mix the two, and Kell is so not used to the feeling of such giddy anticipation. He's not used to getting what he wants just because he asked for it.

"And I'm lucky. I get to have my first time with you twice."

He laughs when Jesper flips them again with effortless ease. Closes his eyes to let himself sink into their kiss with no restraint. He likes the heat of their more passionate rounds, but he likes this too. It's a different type of pleasure. Maybe less crazy, a lot less intense, but it's wonderful on its own terms.

It still feels like a dream to even have it at all. Kell would have never believed his angry defiance on the ship could ever end with something so beautiful like this. He has been very drunk that evening, but it was more his rage than booze that pushed to him to decide to just drop all pretense, ignore all the rules and any reservations he might. They brought them on this stupid sea voyage against their will, as fucking trophies, not more than status symbol to show off? Very well. They will get what they wished for. Kell decided he's going to take the pleasure trip very literally, but his concept of fun usually amounted to getting immorally plastered. Definitely he did not expect to end in bed with a handsome stranger having absolutely mind-blowing sex until morning.

It has been a perfect storm of circumstance and convenience.

"You were utterly irresistible," Kell responds to the compliment with one of his own arching into Jesper's touch. His lips, his breath hot against Kell's skin, the sweet torment of Jesper's teeth on his nipples, sending shivers down his spine. "You still are."

Kell's breath quickens into short inhales, followed by equally desperate exhales dissolving into moans as Jesper plays with his hole, teasing his now painfully hard cock. Then Jesper breaches the ring of tight muscle to sink his first finger in and Kell clenches purely on reflex. It feels weird, but a good type of weird and he wants more of it.

"I don't know if you'll be believe me if I say I'm not usually like that. I was fine the moment I sat at that table." Kell's reply comes in short, broken bursts punctuated by gasps and moans whenever Jesper moves his finger inside him. "Then you smiled at me, and I cannot for the love of Saints recall what we were talking about, the words are just blur in my memory. I do remember I had that one obsessive thought rattling around my skull. I had no idea how to make it happen, I didn't even know your name then, but all I could think of was that I need you to throw me at the nearest wall and fuck me senseless. A bed would be nice, but if we won't be able to find one I couldn't care less."

Kell's lust is more often a long simmering flame, not such an explosive flash fire. It helped to find the subject of his desire eager and wanting to get to the point immediately. It helped that he was too drunk to stop himself from leaning into Jesper's effortless flirt. That he didn't overthink his replies into oblivion.

"I'm glad we tried something else first. It would have been such a waste to rush it. Do it to me slowly, Jesper. I want to take you all in. I want you to fill me whole."

It's quite the improvement that he's even able to say such things. Even if that's still way too many words. Not all of them needed. Not all of them actually sexy. At least he doesn't trip over the cheesiness and awkwardness of it all. Doesn't stop to correct himself in flight. Just lets them flow. Kell is a fast learner, but needs someone to drag him out of his head and make him try things. Jesper is a master of both.

In truth, Jesper always intended to seduce someone at the dinner. It's what he thinks when he goes to most events. He could have found Mat or Wilhelm, and considered it, but when he sat down to Kell and looked into his pretty face and unusual black eye, the shock of red hair, he could only think oh yes please this one. Kell got his undivided attention and he has it now too. Jesper has many lovers but he treats every one of them differently because they are all different people who want their own things. And he and Kell are still figuring out all of the things they want from each other, outside of the aggressive sex they crave.

Jesper never likes only one vibe in a relationship. It's why he can go from roughly fucking someone to kissing gently, he's fluid in all ways, in all moods. Kell is clearly enjoying their shift from intense to sweet and he is content to teach him how easy all of this can be if he just lets himself relax and enjoy it. He smiles against Kell's skin the more he talks; he finds all his words lovely. Whether they're needed or not doesn't matter.

"I like hearing you talk, love. It's sexy to know how you feel and what you want." This is Jesper's gentle way of encouraging him to keep putting himself out there because he accepts all of it every time. He desires it, he enjoys it. "Here." Jesper pulls down a pillow and puts it underneath Kell's ass so he can lift him a little more, and not only so their love making will be easier. He has mischief still up his sleeve. His fingers are instantly slick and warm as he adds a second one but he kisses Kell's balls and then goes lower. He encourages Kell's legs to move over his shoulders for now and uses his fingers to spread him.

This is so Jesper can tease his opening with his tongue, intentionally curling it all along the outside to get him anticipating it, and then licks inside of him. Jesper has an extraordinary tongue which Kell already knows but he makes it a little longer since they're in the Horizon and he can do what he wants, letting his tongue get deeper and stroke his inner walls.

That's the thing with Kell, he's always guarded, closed off, distrustful to the point of paranoia. To most people, he's all spikes and scowl.
Then there are few people who can actually see the real him. It doesn't come easily or quickly to get into that second group. Yet Jesper, with his irresistible charm, his disarming smile, his kindness and passion, managed to waltz into it like it was his birthright. Kell would have been rightfully scared how easy that was, if only he'd let himself think about it for a second. He can't. There's no space left in his mind for anything other than feeling. Jesper's touch leaves him open in more ways than just welcoming his prodding fingers into his body. Jesper's words of encouragement melt whatever barriers his touch has not obliterated yet, teasing from Kell all kinds of sounds, words, gasps, little pathetic whimpers when Jesper touches him just right.

Kell gives a little yelp when Jesper lifts his hips up to slide a pillow under his ass. The cold of the fabric coming in contact with his overheated skin sends a tiny shock through his body making him shiver. He has no time to linger on the sensation. Jesper is already pulling his attention elsewhere, adding a second finger to stretch him further.

"Mmmmm... this feels so good."

Kell moans, pushing his hips down to better feel the fingers filling him. He can already understand why Jesper likes to keep him in long after they both come when it's Kell's turn to take him. And those are only two fingers. Kell trembles at the thought how perfect it's going to feel to have Jesper's cock inside him. It's all too easy imagine himself coming from holding it in. Then Jesper moves him again, pulling Kell from his fantasy into the moment. Never had he been so open like with his legs on Jesper's shoulders. Never felt so safe being so open. Waiting in anticipation for the next sensation, next bout of pleasure Jesper is going to give him. He has no way to prepare himself what comes next. Now way of anticipating it when Jesper takes his fingers away but gives him something better.

Jesper's skilful tongue, wet and hot, tears Kell's breath from his lungs as it makes its way first around then into his well-prepared hole. Kell shouts, all tensing from the sudden intrusion. His arms fall to the side, hands grasping at the sheets, back arching, toes curling.

"A-aah Jesper! Saints! Oh, fuck!"

Kell melts into a mess of sheer burning need, babbling incoherently, while Jesper eats him up, turning his mind blank and his insides into jelly. If he only had a single thought to spare, he would have died of embarrassment how easy it is to send him down this path. How little Jesper needs to do to him. How pathetic he must sound, all unravelled under Jesper's extraordinary tongue. It's good that this very tongue keeps all such thought away, leaving space for nothing but pleasure.

"Please. A-aah. So good. Please. Jesper. More. "

It seems they're both good at begging when the occasion calls for it.

Once upon a time, Jesper was new to sex and he had some fantastic teachers along the way, all who offered their expertise or their eager compliance to learn together. Experience doesn't always make someone a good lover, someone can have sex with a hundred people and still only be moderate at it. It's about adapting to the person you're with and giving them things they've never even imagined. Jesper never wants to be forgotten, he wants to be sealed into the mind and heart of every person he touches.

Since Kell's shown relative inexperience to some of what they've done, he had a suspicion no one has ever done this to him either. It's all the more reason to blow his mind, and it is a way to get him to relax. Kell is so desperate for more and opening up to Jesper so that his tongue can explore him, that it is easy for him to use his fingers to spread him at the same time. He probably barely notices when Jesper goes to three long fingers, since his magically elongated tongue is digging deep. He is fully involved in what he's doing, in the way Kell is frantically losing his mind, and Saints but he needs to fuck him too. His sweet sounds are music.

Jesper will probably be even slower and careful in person for their first time but they are in the Horizon and he is really getting forceful with his fingers as his body starts to ache with need. He pulls his tongue out first and tests Kell's stretch one more time before eagerly moving into position. Jesper is very forceful and confident as he moves Kell's legs from his shoulders to either side of him, and pulls him close into the cradle of his hips. He will probably put him on his hands and knees the second time, but Kell's first, so it should be like this. His silver gray eyes looking at Kell, a promising smirk on his lips, and his cock sliding into place with one firm push.

He does slow down so that Kell can adjust to the penetration, working his way inside with small movements of his hips, sweat dripping off him by the time he fully seats himself inside and allows himself to breathe. Jesper's body only then is allowed to flood him with pleasure and need, having concentrated first on Kell's feelings over his own. He pulls back once Kell seems to adjust, and then pushes back in, starting a steady pace of snapped hips and graceful movements.

Kell is all delirious mess under Jesper's expert tongue and fingers. Unable to form a single coherent sentence among the gasps and moans. He transforms completely when Jesper's finally goes full in in. Jesper is so cautious, dipping shallow, only moving in small, careful motions. It almost makes Kell want to tell him to hurry up and fuck him already, but Jesper is so good too him. So attentive, so careful to stretch him well, that Kell can't bring himself to complain now. It would have been so unfair. He does pout a bit, the expression quickly dissolving into blissful contentment when Jesper finally goes fully in.

Kell licks his lips watching as pleasure and need overtake Jesper when he lets himself feel them. His chest raising and falling in a laboured breath, smirk gracing his lips, lust like fire in his silver eyes. All for him, for Kell, and Kell soakes the attention like a needy, spoiled cat. He stretches, arching into Jesper when he pulls then pushes back in, matching Jesper's movements until they're perfectly synchronized.

"Yes. Just like that." he breathes out. Voice barely above whisper, low and dripping with pleasure.

Kell reaches up, lacing his fingers behind Jesper's neck to pull him down into a long, greedy kiss, parting his lips to lure him in.

"Fuck me, Jesper," Kell whispers into their kiss. "Fuck me long and hard. Fuck me until I see stars. I want to come on your cock."

Kell's body opens to him eagerly and he smiles as he gives into the greedy kiss, willing to take his time and let him enjoy being on the other end of this. It's clear that he is in no hurry on purpose, contrary to Kell's neediness, planning on thoroughly fucking him. Jesper thrusts in and out of him at a leisurely pace, smirking every time he pushes a little harder and faster until Kell can want more of it, and then he slows down instead. It's clear that he is just as confident being the dominant side of this, making Kell want it the way he's gotten Jesper to beg and plead for it.

"Stars, huh?" He grins and bites on Kell's lip hard, having played all of this sweet and understanding so far. Until he shifts his position. Jesper grips Kell's legs and maneuvers them over his shoulders again, spreading him with knees on top of either shoulder and he takes control of his body entirely. He no longer is within kissing range as he slams harder into Kell, hard enough to steal his breath, taking this angle to slide in deeper and at a faster pace.

"Saints look at you." Jesper is getting a very nice view since Kell's beautiful body is on display below him, taking everything he's giving, and he pushes his shoulders down. They might not be as flexible in real life (Jesper is) but they're in the Horizon so he smoothly pins Kell down to the bed, pressing his legs down and holding him there bent in half. "Just take it, baby, let go, let me have you." Jesper gives him those long and hard thrusts, demanding Kell's surrender as he speeds up his thrusts and rubs up against his prostate with each snap of his hips.

He is not being brutal, he is being precise. He promised to make this first time nice so all he's focused on is Kell's pleasure. Jesper presses down enough that he can kiss Kell again, pinning him there, and every push forward forces the friction between their bodies to stroke at Kell's cock, rubbing him over and over again as he moves inside of him.

Jesper pulls out of the kiss so he can breathe and also nuzzle at his ear. "I will make all of your fantasies come true, Kell. I'm going to fuck you so hard we nearly break the bed after this, but I want you to come like this, in my hands, trusting that I know how to make it good for you, sweetheart. That I'll always be good to you." It's all such pretty filth, honeyed tongue against his ear, as he keeps snapping into him. "You want it, don't you? Everything I can offer you." He nibbles on his ear, a little out of breath. "I'm going to fuck the sense out of you."

Later, when he thinks about it, Kell will marvel at the wonder of Horizon magic that lets him feel things his body has never experienced in the waking world. How was it even possible for his mind to know, to be able to translate all the sensations Jesper floods him with. So caring, kind, and expertly deliberate with everything he does.

What magic is needed for this kind of transfer that is able to create memories of new sensations for which there is nothing to base them on. Kell is used to thinking things into the ground, before he even lets himself experience them. He has quite vivid imagination. Too often imagination was the only thing he had, so he'd let it run late into some very lonely nights, fantasizing how it could be to feel to have another man inside him. The whole scenario from the very start of seduction to end with him getting ruthlessly banged into the mattress.

That's why he can be so sure Horizon doesn't just pull stuff from their memories to make up what it shows them. Having Jesper fuck him now feels nothing like whatever he imagined. Different, weirder, overwhelming to the point that he has no words for it. With practice, he might get used to it. Maybe even stay lucid, though that's doubtful with how good Jesper is with hitting him every single time in all the right places. Changing his pace, angle and position right after Kell got used to it, making him lose his mind all over again.

Kell moans when Jesper bites his lip. Sharp sting of pain shooting right through his nerves, more intense than it has the right to be. A clear line, like a needle piercing his skin, against the backdrop of all the previous sweetness. For one, fleeting moment, before Jesper moves him again, it sends Kell into a state of such intense focus, such acute awareness, that he's able to take in every single sensation he feels all at once. Pain in pleasure. Receiving it feels as good as giving it. It feeds the part of himself that only Jesper has seen. Then the moment ends. Jesper thrusts into him so hard that Kell has to fight for breath. So full of him, it feels like there's no space left for air.

"So you like what you see?" Kell purrs breathless.

He's slowly unravelling under Jesper's expert touch, letting him move him however he likes. A fleeting thought crosses Kell's mind, that it might be fun to try this position with their places reversed. There's the thing with Kell, he's never only selfishly taking. With every new thing Jesper does to him, he learns, picking up things he might want to do to Jesper in turn.

This is the moment, when unable to take a full breath with Jesper having folded him in half, his cock caught between their bodies tortured by the friction, Jesper hitting him in just the perfect spot with every thrust, crushing his lips in a kiss, Kell finally lets go. Allows himself to simply take it all in.

"I trust you," he whispers between moans and whimpers. "I want everything you want to give me. All of it."

He's so maddeningly close to coming, but doesn't want it just yet. It feels too good to be free of all thought, all worry, with Jesper taking all his focus hostage. He can't hold back either, having fully ceded all control over his body to Jesper. To be able to orgasm only when Jesper gives it to him, and surprisingly, it feels like the most natural, the most right thing. Safe, content, protected, spoiled with pleasure and attention.

"Please, I want to feel only you."

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Jesper never really questions the Horizon, he just rolls with it, like most things. He vaguely understands what it is, considering he can manipulate it fairly easy whenever he wants like now, but he thinks of it as a fun kind of playground for his impulses. He can gamble and shoot countless guns and fuck anyone he wants however he likes it, it's a wonderful kind of place. But he doesn't fall in love with it the way other people do, he likes to live in the real world. So that is why eventually he will look forward to having a Nocwich time with Kell, maybe get them a nice room and break his body in for real.

Kell is as beautiful in this state of abandon than he is when he's the one driving Jesper insane. He smiles at Kell at his purr. "Oh yes, my sweet boy, I like what I see." He really is a vision. Jesper knows that his strange eyes have caused him stress in his world, he explained it to him that first night they met, but he finds them gorgeous. Fascinating. "Let me show you."

Jesper doesn't even have to gesture, he can simply create. They are on his bed so he thinks it and then there is a mirror where the ceiling is. He can instantly put mirrors around them so that if Kell wants, he can see himself getting fucked, watch as Jesper slides into him balls deep, his own tight little ass flexing with each thrust. All their white and brown skin pressed together, mixed as they move. Jesper likes the idea of Kell seeing himself this way, knowing how thoroughly he's being taken. It feeds in well to his absolute trust.

Jesper's heart pounds because a promise of trust like that out loud does mean something to him. Their intimacy grows by the moment and that has always turned him on. He's never been a proper fuckboy. He likes people too much. He kisses Kell in reward for that and then moves back so Kell is not bent in half anymore, his legs still fully upward resting on Jesper's chest, but so they can both see one another clearly. And so Jesper can reach down and take Kell in hand.

"Don't look at me, look at you. I want you to see how beautiful you are when I fuck you." Jesper strokes his cock slowly, from base to tip long and thorough. He speeds up his thrusts, snapping forward sharply, but his touch on Kell's cock only speeds up when Kell sees himself. He rewards him when he follows his instructions. "Your perfect lips, fire red hair, glorious white skin, unique eyes, slender body, greedy hole just taking me in." He kisses Kell's ankle and smiles down at him.

"Come, baby, I want to feel you tighten around me, take everything I'm giving you right now, enjoy it, know that it's yours. My body is yours." Jesper knows how to make love as easily as he has sexy any number of ways. There is tenderness in his words although his body is far from tender. It picks up in a fast pace to split Kell open and his hand strokes his cock aggressively, using his precum to make him wet and slippery, squeezing as he tightens his hold and pumps him into climax.

Kell loves being called sweet and baby. There's a level of tenderness he's not really used to. Not because there were no people willing to give it to him. Because he wouldn't let them. Kell likes to think he's quite handsome, but that's all in his head. It's what he tells himself. His body tells another story. Eyes always skirting to the side, his posture, his hands, skulking, slouched, jittery. As if he always tries to melt into the shadow, knowing too well he can't. He never could back home. Always in the spotlight, always the odd one out. A chalky thin ghost with fire for hair slinking among so many statuesque men and women with soft, lush hair, skin like the most exquisite polished wood, dark and warm and rich. Full of curves and volume, when all he has are sharp angles. No matter the words he heard, he's always seen himself this way. He knew he wasn't beautiful. Interesting, original, fascinating even, but not beautiful. Forever destined to remain an oddity. Ogled for his differences with curiosity, maybe fear, but never admiration. Almost never with warmth.

So when there are suddenly mirrors all around them, Kell can't help but shrink. When Jesper asks him to look, to see how he sees him, he cannot. He doesn't want to look, he knows what he will see, keeps his eyes fixed on Jesper. And Jesper, Jesper kisses him. Kell closes his eyes, sinking into the kiss like a drowning man, hands reaching up, fingers closing, digging into Jesper's shoulders to pull him closer. Whines a wordless protest when Jesper moves away; arms falling back to the bed, eyes flying open startled and --

He sees it. Kell stares straight up into the mirror on the ceiling, and for a moment time freezes. His breath catches, eyes going wide, fingers searching to find purchase in the sheets. He drinks in the image in the mirror. Jesper's muscular back covering most of his body, every thrust of his hips sinking him into Kell all the way in. Kell can see the soles of his own feet, so white over Jesper's gorgeously brown shoulders. He sees them jerk, toes curling, every time Jesper pushes in, hitting Kell's prostate, sending lightning through his nerves.

For that very brief moment, Kell cannot connect what he sees to what he feels. It's perfectly synchronized, but his mind refuses the connection. Then the body wins and he wheezes a half-inhale, half-moan.

"Jesper..."

The strain of his spine melts away, arched back, strained muscles relaxing. Kell's head falls to the side and when his eyes meet another mirror, another moan rips from his parched lips. The side view is even better. He can see in stark detail Jesper's hand on his cock, slowly, tortuously stroking him. He sees Jesper bury himself all the way to his balls, feels the whole glorious length and girth of him filling him in, hitting his prostate as he goes in. Feels the tight ring of his own muscles constrict, as if he tried to hold Jesper in. Because he does.

Kell can't tear his eyes away. Not even when Jesper kisses his ankle. When he pours honeyed words into his ear, calls him perfect, glorious, unique.

"Fuck me, Jesper. Take me. Ruin me. Please. Give me all. Make me come."

Kell can only whisper. He's so full it feels there's no space in him for air, only for Jesper, destroying his insides, reducing him to a mewling, desperate, delirious, shivering mess. Until he falls apart completely, with a long cry of ecstasy. He doesn't know how long he floats in the state of bliss. Weightless, satisfied, and so so happy.

"Promise me one thing, Jesper." Kell can only speak when he finally recovers any mental faculties. He's smiling, content and satiated, still giddy from the pleasure that washed over his mind and body. "Promise you'd fuck me for real next time we see each other in Nocwich."

Jesper knows about Kell's insecurity, he saw it that first night they were together. He heard it when he reacted badly to attention being brought to his eyes, when Kell struggled to communicate what he wanted by imagining a handsome stranger wanted him, as if he could never imagine that. Except it happened to him. So he knows, he's seen it, and he doesn't know what home life led to this, but he's not going to let this continue without Kell seeing himself a little bit. But Jesper doesn't force him to look. He lets Kell get to it in his own time, let it happen to him sincerely.

It helps to blow his mind so he can't get lost in his uncertainty, and it does feel so good to move inside someone who can't get enough of it. Kell is needy in the way he just surrenders and it is deeply sexy. Jesper knows that they look hot like this, he doesn't need to look at the mirror, he smiles with smug satisfaction when Kell finally watches them. He can see the moment when it becomes a serious turn-on and how Kell moans louder and takes it all in. It is also a turn-on to watch Kell open up to the vision he's seeing and experience it.

Jesper comes seconds after Kell because he squeezes tightly around him exactly as he asked, making his steady control over his body unravel until he thrusts as deep as he can and fills him, groaning. He pumps Kell's cock through the orgasm and manages to get some of it on him, as he always likes, licking it off his fingers like a delicacy afterward. Jesper sighs contently as the feeling of bliss settles over him again and he is careful to let Kell's legs down from the 90 degree angle, but still keeps his knees parted so Jesper can stay inside of him.

This means he can lean back down to kiss him, sweet and with a touch of hunger to it still, but Jesper smiles at him. "I promise, sweetheart. I will take you on a nice little date and shower you with compliments." He kisses him again, nipping his lip. "And then I will fuck you until you pass out in a very nice inn room."

"Mmmm... I think I get why you like to keep me in, even after we're done"

Kell doesn't need to be more precise than that. All he has to do is to reach up, moving his hands down Jesper's body to his ass to show him what he means. Even now, when they're both slowly cooling down, surfacing from their shared bliss, it still feels good.

"Excellent, I'm already looking forward to that," he purrs between the sweet and not-so sweet kisses. "Before that, I think we still have a couple of places here where I haven't fucked you on just yet."

Kell still fully intends to make good on his earlier promise. As long as Jesper is willing. He's feeling especially adventurous now.

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We can probably assume some sexathon stuff from here, maybe they can have a nocwich date!

yesss, let's wrap it up here, and get them a nice nocwich date :)