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This is usually the best way to make Jesper feel better when he's in a bad mindset. He has no shame about that. Desire is blinding, it's pure sensation, it's beautiful. It wouldn't bother him that Wilhelm's in his head about someone else because he wouldn't consider that a reflection on him. Jesper's very confident and if giving Wilhelm a well-earned distraction from whatever is bothering him will be helpful, it's the kindest sort of thing he can do for a friend. Although obviously not selfless.

Jesper gets rid of the t-shirt and eagerly runs his long fingers over Wilhelm's chest and back. He's so soft; Jesper would not be surprised to hear he's a royal. He knows the smooth perfect skin of rich boys. He lets Wilhelm undo his shirt and shrugs out of it easily. Jesper is very skinny and leanly muscled, his limbs long but thin.

His hands move down to Wilhelm's thighs and he grips them only so he can lift him and do a graceful spin move, settling Wilhelm on his back on the bed instead. Jesper moves on top of him and slides between his legs, stealing a kiss again. One hand holds him steady on top of Wilhelm while the other runs down his neck and over his torso. He experimentally brushes a thumb against his nipple just to see what he likes. He loves learning new partners.

"You're so pretty, pigeon," he murmurs, catching his breath. "Am I being acceptably distracting?" Jesper smiles, sucking on his bottom lip.

With eyes half-lidded, he lets the world tunnel to just Jesper. His hands cascading caresses over his skin, tightening around his thighs as he flips him onto his back. His mouth covering his, replacing air with warm breath and a steady stream of kisses. Too lonely to feel especially awkward about how fast this is all unfurling, Wilhelm obliges. He makes room for Jesper between his legs. He traces the wiry muscle of his biceps, finds the little scars marking an eventful life.

By the time Jesper murmurs that he's pretty, he actually believes him. That tongue of his is damn persuasive. Laughing against his lips, Wilhelm holds his face and stretches his fingers into his hair at the nape of his neck.

"A-plus," he awards with facetious pomp and circumstance. "One-hundred percent."

He can't be sure if he's happy right now, but it's near enough to happiness. He's tired of feeling with his heart anyway; feeling with his body seems a gentler route. So he doesn't shy from the tide of arousal rising inside him — he wades right into it, pulling Jesper down for another kiss, wandering his hands down his body.

Now that Jesper's shirtless Wilhelm can see the three tattoos on his torso, two of them new but nevertheless put onto his Horizon skin too. There's the Dregs tattoo on his right forearm, a protection symbol on his left, and a tattoo of a gun on his bicep with the Wheel of Fortune symbol in the hilt. In real life, it glows in the dark, but it's not currently. As wiry as Jesper is, it's clear that he's built like the rogue he is, like someone ready to fight. His fingers are calloused from guns and swords. Jesper can tell that Wilhelm's giving into the lust of their situation and it's good to see him relax and be less anxious. There's no need to overthink in Jesper's imaginary bed. Wilhelm has no idea how good Jesper's tongue truly is.

He laughs at Wilhelm's grading of his efforts as A+ and returns the kiss, delving deep into his mouth again, massaging his tongue, memorizing the heat and taste of him. Jesper loves the feel of Wilhelm's hot soft hands over his body and experimentally tests the waters by slowly rocking his hips down into Wilhelm's. He is in a good position to do that, settled between his legs, and that little bit of friction goes a long way.

Jesper pulls out of the kiss and brushes his lips against Wilhelm's cheek and over to his ear. He sucks the lobe into his mouth before speaking low and promising. "The only thing I want is to make you feel good, love." He lets his mouth travel down to his neck, pressing their hips together again. "You just tell me when I'm going too far, okay?" Maybe he shouldn't treat Wilhelm so gently, maybe he isn't as virginal as he seems. But on the off-chance he is, Jesper wants to be only a good memory for him, a friend he can count on whether it's kissing or protecting him.

"You're so soft, pigeon." He runs his fingers down Wilhelm's chest, sneaking just a little bit under his pants but not farther than a suggestive inch around the band.

Having had his entire life mapped out for him before he got pulled away from it all, Wilhelm craves any degree of control he can wrap his hands around. So while he lets Jesper take the lead, he takes control by other means. By rolling his hips up into Jesper's, firm and sure, back arching and breath simmering hot; by coasting his hands over the curve of his ass, pulling him down as if there could still be space between them left to crush. Wilhelm chooses this.

Tipping his head aside to surrender to Jesper's lips as they claim his ear, he slides his eyes over the designs inked onto his warm brown skin. He doesn't know anybody who has a tattoo — in the image-obsessed upper crust of society, there's no place for that level of self-expression. The lingering sense that he's doing something he shouldn't only heightens the thrill crackling through him.

As Jesper's mouth slides down his neck, and his hands slide down his chest — as his hips press him into the bed, and his whole body covers him like the sky — Wilhelm hums in dreamy agreement. Yes, he wants to feel good.

Jesper's mindfulness of his boundaries is sweet, but Wilhelm wants to show him that he doesn't have to tread so lightly. When his touch slips into his jeans, his belly dips in a soft gasp. He squeezes his hand between them to take Jesper's, not to intercept him, but to encourage him to pet him through his jeans. Wilhelm's hard, the heat of his arousal sweltering through the fabric. A moan stretches quietly in the back of his throat.

"I'm secretly very dangerous, remember?" Wilhelm teases. A moment's hesitation, his nerves betraying him in the inward curl of his lips. "You can...take them off, if you want."

He's already prying apart the button, pulling down the zipper.

There is nothing quite like the shift in interest to enthusiasm, and Wilhelm's opening up to Jesper far quicker than he expected. In the best sense. He meets it with his own want and need, his kiss hotter, rocking down against him with more force when his hips lift up. He's been clear with Wilhelm that he'll respect his boundaries, whatever they are, so he decides not to worry about it anymore. He'll tell Jesper if he doesn't want something. He has to trust in that, especially now that he wants to get his mouth all over him.

Wilhelm reacts beautifully and purposely moves his hand down in invitation and Jesper laughs into his neck. "I'm definitely in danger, sweetheart." He slides his hand under Wilhelm's pants as soon as Wilhelm unzips them, palming the hard heat he can feel beneath his underpants. He rubs at him slowly, his mouth moving across his chest. This is Jesper's favorite place to be. He loves the heat and adrenaline and the sound of a moan, he likes to unravel his partners until they're hot messes.

Jesper slides down Wilhelm's body, his tongue taking a second to playfully lick at each of his nipples, before he is pressing his mouth against Wilhem's stomach and trail down to where his pants are still on and he's straining against them. He leans to the side so he can pull Wilhelm's pants off and drop them to the floor. He decides to go for broke and press his mouth against the hard line of him underneath the underpants. He licks at the fabric in a not even close subtle way, mouthing over the length of him.

"Can I?" Gray eyes flicker up to Wilhelm from where he is currently, fully planning on taking them off with teeth once giving permission, but he does need permission. "Let me make you feel good. I'm very good with my mouth." As if that would be any surprise at this point. Jesper's in his element, he's oozing confidence and temptation.

All joking aside, it's really Wilhelm who's in danger. Under Jesper's mouth and touch, he melts. Hips rolling, he tries to fuck into Jesper's hand, hungry for its friction. Back arching, like a wave cresting before it snaps into sea foam, he stretches his chest into the heat of his tongue. With every new touch Jesper bestows on him, the rhythm of his breath resets, swelling into a gasp, sinking into a sigh. His own hands scramble to cover his face, to clutch at Jesper's hair.

He's not thinking about how, really, he's hardly had time at all to get to know Jesper in the handful of times they've crossed paths. He's not thinking about much at all, not when Jesper's yanking his jeans from his ankles and mouthing his cock through his boxers. And isn't this another way of learning each other? Just let their bodies speak for them. These days, there's little to talk about but doom and gloom anyway.

The look Wilhelm curves down at him is all hazy summer skies. Heat and anticipation for what comes next. He nods wordlessly, pushing both hands through Jesper's hair, lifting his hips to help him.

And now he's not thinking about how only one person has ever seen him like this, naked and alive with arousal and thoroughly vulnerable. Except he is thinking about it, a little bit.

Jesper is casual when it comes to sex but that doesn't mean he is casual in the act. He is very focused on his partners so it seems like they are the only people who exist in his entire world, and that is how it feels when in the midst of it. He is fully salacious, never bored, and always consumed and consuming in equal measures. He listens to Wilhelm's reactions and learns from them, copying gestures that he clearly wants, licking and sucking in small ways over his skin. Every new partner is a canvas, their bodies his to sculpt.

If he knew Wilhelm was struggling with his feelings about another man and what this all means for it, he would be sympathetic and kind, but in the end, this is still what he would insist on doing. No better way to get a person out of the past than to give them something in the present to hold onto.

Wilhelm's very responsive which is so appealing, his eyes glossy as they look down at him, and he smiles reassuringly up at him after the permission. He promised himself that he would distract both of them from the madness in their lives, and he will make good on that. He can tell Wilhelm is already getting lost in it and he does in fact use his teeth to pull off his underwear, sliding it down his legs afterward. He moves back between Wilhelm's legs now that he's bare and bows his head, nosing against Wilhelm's cock and breathing hotly over it, running his tongue from stem to tip. He curls it along the head, over the top and right under, and moans in open pleasure. He loves doing this.

"Pull my hair all you want, love, and you can fuck my mouth as hard as you like, I enjoy it."

That very sultry message given, Jesper gets to work. One hand curves around Wilhelm's thigh to keep him open for easier access, stroking his thumb reassuringly on the inner side. His other hand wraps around him for stability and he lowers his head down on him, taking him in with no problem. He goes slow purely so Wilhelm can adapt to the feeling of his hot wet mouth surrounding him and he sucks in his cheeks a little for increased tightness. He softens his throat so if Wilhelm takes him up on the thrusting it will be easy and bobs on him, a look of genuine bliss on his face has he focuses on making this good for both of them.

A surprised laugh catches in his throat as Jesper snags his boxers with teeth instead of fingers, which places him...right there when Wilhelm's cock bobs free. Seized by self-consciousness, he turns his face toward the pillow. His hand flutters over his mouth while his breath flutters out on a sigh. Feeling Jesper's weight move the mattress as he reclaims his place between his legs, Wilhelm dares to peek down at him again. Anticipation sharpens in his belly as Jesper's breath slides over him.

And then his self-consciousness gets swallowed up in a surge of pleasure, smothered by the heat of Jesper's tongue. A moan spills out. His fingers curl tighter in his hair even before Jesper says that. Even in optimal circumstances, cultivated for the utmost clarity of thought, Wilhelm wouldn't know how to respond. Too dumbfounded to come up with anything smart, too shy to try matching him in seduction. Now, with Jesper cradling his cock and stretching his mouth around him, all he can produce is—

"Jes..."

But pulled apart on a whine, it sounds more like yes and please and more. All of him pulls tight like the strings of some instrument, ready to be plucked. His other hand bunches into a fist around the bedcovers. His hips wiggle, writhing upward, not out of any conscious decision on Wilhelm's part to follow Jesper's instructions, but because the wet warmth of that mouth just begs to be plunged into.

This is new. Not the act itself — though Jesper's, uh, expertise certainly transforms it — but the raw carnality untethered from the weight of feelings.

Jesper's had many partners so he knows what to expect most of the time, and he isn't surprised that Wilhelm's on the shy side. It doesn't bother him, he genuinely thinks it's sweet, especially being shy when in this most intimate of poses. It makes it very fun when someone like that can't help but throw themselves into the sensations, unable to care about their embarrassment over the pleasure of what they're experiencing. So he is amused when that exact thing happens, but it feeds his ego, his certainty in his ability.

It would be a shock for Wilhelm to be a dirty talker. Not an unwelcome one, but a genuine surprise, and he is perfectly content to let his moans and whines be all the sounds he needs. The sound of his nickname does often sound like a breathy yes, and it never fails to get him going. When Wilhelm pushes up Jesper takes him in eagerly, allowing him to go as deep as possible without consequence.

He keeps the pace slow mostly because he wants Wilhelm to enjoy it, so he can really linger in these good feelings and get out of his head. He knows how to ramp it up when he wants to. He starts out with steady bobs up and down, a nice rhythm in between Wilhelm's needy thrusts up. Once that pace is settled he strokes Wilhelm with his hand every time his head lifts, sliding smoothly across him now thanks to his saliva.

He speeds up his movements just a little as he feels Wilhelm get into it, his hand moving faster on him, playing a little dirty the next time he lifts his head to purposely lick his tongue over the head to lap up the fluid there, tasting him before dropping back down.

Wilhelm is definitely out of his head now. He's practically in orbit, spinning circles around the room without having to leave the bed at all. His inexperience — eroding his endurance, all of him burning up like a meteorite crashing through the atmosphere — makes a slow pace wise. It gives him a chance to float. Suspended here in this moment, nothing exists beyond the heat of Jesper's mouth and hand, the squeeze of his tongue and throat, the pleasure pooling like magma under Wilhelm's skin.

Losing himself in the rhythm Jesper sets, he thrusts upward when his mouth slides down his shaft, groans when his cock nestles deep in his throat. Sometimes he throws his head back against the pillow, hair spilling all over, breath bobbing up and down, and sometimes he watches Jesper with heavy, hazy eyes. Those gorgeous lips, full of him. That dangerous tongue, tasting him, teasing him.

His hands weave into Jesper's hair. Clutch at his shoulders, palming the gun inked onto his bicep for encouragement. Trace his jaw and cheek, fingers contemplating his own hardness sheathed inside that soft skin.

Fuck.

He's not sure if he just thinks that or actually says it aloud — or something caught halfway between. Like the rest of him, hurtling through all the layers of the stratosphere.

"Jes...Jesper," he pleads, pulling lightly on his hair. He's close. He's close, he's close, he's close.

Jesper does flicker his eyes up toward Wilhelm a few times as he does this because he enjoys watching and he does look completely out of it, which is a real compliment. He is already thinking about other times he plans on bringing Wilhelm down this road, he would love to feel the flushed skin under his mouth, watch his face more directly as he strokes him instead to the end. He is so very pretty and Jesper loves the start of these things, when all he can think of are the possibilities.

He glances up intentionally when Wilhelm's fingers caress his jaw and he knows exactly what he's doing, gray eyes heated and amused and he intentionally takes his cock on that side of his mouth for a few times so Wilhelm can feel the shape of it through his cheek. He never minds adjusting to encourage the sensuality of sex, but he knows too what it means when fingers dig into his hair like that. Jesper can feel the pulse, the tautness of Wilhelm's body underneath him, and he decides to give him exactly what he needs. He can tease another day and explore that with him. Not now.

Jesper picks up the pace from medium to relentless in a single instant, giving no time at all for Wilhelm to feel anything but constant sensation. His hand slides fast and ruthless over his cock, his hand on Wilhelm's thigh moving underneath his ass and he squeezes it, encouraging with a pull for Wilhelm to thrust into his hungry mouth. He wants him to chase his pleasure, to claim it as his own, lowering entirely down on him so he's completely wrapped in silk heat.

Jesper sucks in his cheeks around Wilhelm, making him as tight as possible while still comfortable to move in, and then deliberately moans around him, the vibrations meant to lift him higher.

Those eyes, molten and mischievous, belong to someone who knows what he's doing. They press into Wilhelm, gaze as weighted as touch. Under their watch, he burns hotter, faster, melting in the unrelenting heat of Jesper's mouth.

When he thinks that this pleasure can't crest any sharper, can't inundate him any deeper, Jesper pulls him there. Fast and feverish up and down his spit-slick shaft, he pumps the breath right out of him. When he scoops up Wilhelm's ass, pulling him into his mouth with the inescapable force of a planet's gravity, Wilhelm digs his heels into the bed and throws his hips forward. And when Jesper swallows him whole, the circle of his lips cinching the base of Wilhelm's cock, the back of his throat molding around his tip, the soft heat of his cheeks squeezing his every haphazard thrust—

Oh. His head spins into outer space. He forgets how to speak. How to breathe. Realizing that the moan crashing around him is his own, he clamps a hand to his mouth.

Fucking into the reverberations of Jesper's moaning, fingers twisting hard in his hair, Wilhelm comes. Jesper will feel it warm in his throat, tangy on his tongue. On his own tongue there's nothing coherent, just a tangled string of whimpers.

Jesper puts his entire body and mind into sexual acts but especially in these last few seconds before instinct takes over and he sends the person flying into orbit. He can make it feel any number of ways, but with Wilhelm, the intention is completely mindless. To get him out of his mind and body and floating somewhere else, and when he thrusts up into his throat deep, Jesper knows he's gotten him past thought.

He swallows the moment his mouth fills and his hand on him goes slow instead, moving but only in gentle sweeping ways that are encouraging him to get it all out. Milking him through the orgasm and taking it all down easily, before he stops so he doesn't overstimulate him. Jesper only pulls off when he is certain Wilhelm is done and he places his hand on his thigh, rubbing it tenderly as if encouraging him to relax and come down at his own pace.

Jesper licks his lips and makes certain not a drop was spilled, sighing contently at a job well done, and his throat is a little raw thanks to those ending thrusts, which he likes. He slides up on the bed next to Wilhelm and props himself on an elbow, letting gray eyes slide over his bare flushed body and to his face. It is always worth getting a good look at the damage he's done.

He reaches over to take Wilhelm's hand away from his mouth and kisses the fingertips. "So pretty," he murmurs, wanting to admire him.

As Jesper coaxes him through his orgasm, his hips fall to little twitching thrusts, then stutter to stillness altogether. Wilhelm puddles into the mattress, sweaty and flushed and breathless. Like stardust drifting after everything else has burned away, he comes back down to himself. But it's a softer version, all those sharp and hard things still scattered far away.

He wants to say something clever or charming or cool to answer Jesper, but his thoughts carry all the substance of sea foam right now. In the absence of words, he curls into Jesper. His body, sensitive in the afterglow, feels naked not because his clothes lie in a pile on the floor, but because his skin misses touch. He traces Jesper's lips as his fingertips are crowned with kisses. Somehow, this feels intimate in a way that had no chance to sink in with Jesper's mouth on his dick, and for a second Wilhelm has to look away.

He occupies himself with combing through the mess he's made of Jesper's hair, trying to return him to a presentable state. His fingers flutter down the side of Jesper's neck. Remembering all of a sudden how...ardent he'd gotten, he chews on his lip.

"Sorry..."

His gaze drifts down Jesper's long, lean torso, dipping low. Still half-dressed, he's straining at his trousers. Wilhelm lifts a questioning look to him.

Jesper immediately leans into the affection and has no problem with Wilhelm cuddling up closer to him or seeking skin contact. He smiles and drops his hand down to Wilhelm's body, running his fingers along his bare chest and over his hip. Everyone reacts slightly differently after sex so he's ready to adapt to whatever Wilhelm prefers, but he does chuckle at the apology.

"Never apologize, love, I enjoy all of this."

Ardency is flattering! Stroking his hair and seemingly interested in helping him out, also flattering, and very much appreciated. Jesper never requires anything in response, but obviously given the chance he'll take it. He drops his hands from Wilhelm so he can undo the rest of his clothes and slide them off. He takes Wilhelm's hand and kisses it again before bringing it down to his hard and already leaking cock, encouraging him to take it.

"Please, Wille," he murmurs, gray eyes warm and lustful. Jesper never has problems begging or asking for what he wants, he knows what he wants. "I want you."

As Jesper finishes stripping, Wilhelm indulges his gaze in the lean lines and hard angles of his body, all that beautiful brown skin that now lies bare. Then his hands join in. One curls around Jesper's cock, stroking him languidly. The other spreads over his chest, tracing muscle and heartbeat. The urgency that wound him tight just minutes ago has melted away — he wades into Jesper as one would a pool, letting the water surround him by slow degrees.

"Only because you asked so nicely," he mumbles. The curling of his lips gives away the joke. His eyes skate up to Jesper's, then back down his body, following the meandering path of his own hand.

Leaning into Jesper, he nudges him flat onto his back, so that he can use his shoulder as a pillow. Craving closeness, he tangles their legs together. For a long moment, Wilhelm just watches himself stroke Jesper. Watches every little shift of his hips, the veins twitching beneath his skin. Watches the glossy bead of precum gathering at his prettily flushed head and smears it around with his thumb. This is still new to him, learning another's body, mapping out all its pleasures. Finally, he cranes his neck to smudge kisses along Jesper's jawline. Finds his lips, which — he realizes as he runs his tongue along their seam — taste of himself.

It's nice here. Warm and soft and quiet. Reluctant to return to the jagged white noise of the real world, Wilhelm chooses to linger here for as long as he can.

Jesper has not an ounce of insecurity so he is happy to stretch his body out and allow it to be admired. It is far better though when an appreciative look turns into touch and his breath catches when Wilhelm takes him into hand. He laughs at the joke and runs his fingers through Wilhelm's sandy hair. Jesper follows his direction without argument and moves onto his back, making room for his new lover to tangle legs and move up close against him.

It's arousing on top of everything else, the way Wilhelm is watching what he's doing and Jesper lifts his hips to push into his grip and give more of a show. Not that he has much control after Wilhelm smears his precum over his red hot head and Jesper groans, eyelashes fluttering, head tilted back slightly. That sends a shiver up him and he doesn't mind at all the slow assault on his body and need. He likes to be played with a little.

Jesper parts his lips and leans up into the kiss, his fingers digging into his hair a little tighter, encouraging Wilhelm's tongue into his mouth so he can do the plundering this time. It is all very sweet with enough of a spicy edge that he is content to be explored. Tension and lust curl into his belly and he has to draw sharp breath out of the kiss as Wilhelm's hand continues to move against him.

"Yes, just like that, love, that's so good." Jesper looks at him with hazy gray eyes full of desire and he smiles, his hand dropping from Wilhelm's hair down his back and digging nails in a little. "My pigeon. You like to watch and not talk, hm?" He groans as he lifts up into his hand and pleasure settles nicely over him. "It's okay, I'll put on a nice show for you."

He and Simon had a way of saying so much without saying anything at all. Everything he could want to convey was in his touch, his eyes, an honesty more raw than what he could put into words. They would talk after, floating in a space from which he never wanted to come down.

Wilhelm still misses that feeling, which lingers like a ghost, dead but not quite gone. But the ache is softened by the warmth of Jesper's body, of his mouth inviting him and his hands inciting him. The heat of his voice, like something melted dripping all over him. My pigeon. It's nice to belong somewhere, even if it's just for a little while.

"I like listening to you too," he admits in a whisper against Jesper's shoulder.

Though his body is spent, desire still smolders in him, like embers glowing even after the fire's gone out, as he watches Jesper thrust into his hand. The other boy's pleasure is exciting. The hard surge of his cock in his grasp, the tension pulling his beautiful body taut — this is a power Wilhelm finds he enjoys wielding.

Sliding down in bed, he bends to kiss the head of Jesper's cock, wet and messy. His eyes flutter up the stretch of Jesper's body to watch for his reaction as his tongue spreads over the flushed skin and drips down the shaft. A little slickness to help ease the glide of his hand. Mouthing all along Jesper's length, he squeezes the inside of his thigh, carefully cups his balls. Touch is an addicting thing.

"That's good, I like talking." Jesper smiles and his tone is very sultry when desire is choking him, caught in his throat, finding Wilhelm's rise in confidence deeply appealing. He's surprised him by unraveling into being both seductive and sweet, and Jesper is surrendering to him, letting him take command now.

Wilhelm definitely gets a reaction when his lips hit Jesper's cock and he gasps, his fingers stroking through his hair, swallowing hard. "Yes," he hisses and he lifts his head to watch him. Jesper doesn't hold back, he lets it all show, the fluttering of his eyelashes, the moan spilling from his lips. He is free in the throes of lust and shivers at the touch to his balls.

"Perfect, sweetheart. I've thought about that pretty mouth on me since we met." Jesper is shameless. He wanted Wilhelm from day one, from when he sat on that blanket at the July party, and thought about how soft they looked. It's easy to talk here with Wilhelm causing his nerves to twitch and his blood to boil.

He is careful not to thrust toward Wilhelm's mouth or push him into anything, although he does purposely rub himself against his cheek, watching the flushed skin against him. "I would've found a little spot for us at the party that night. Pushed you up against a tree and made you moan for me, even with people nearby."

Surprise stumbles across his expression, eyes jumping up to Jesper, even as he keeps spreading kisses over his cock. Obviously they couldn't have gotten here — naked and entangled, dripping moans and sweat — without wanting. But to Wilhelm, who's still getting acquainted with his desire, Jesper's boldness hits in a rush.

He remembers feeling lonely that night, despite being in a crowd. The fireworks splashing the sky in color felt closer than anybody else. If Jesper had asked for a kiss then, he wouldn't have been ready for it. It was too soon. He didn't know he was ready for any of this until it was happening, until he was coming undone, loneliness fraying to reveal longing.

"We would've gotten kicked out," Wilhelm protests, lightly pinching Jesper's thigh. His disapproval is softened by the way he nuzzles into Jesper's rubbing, not minding the stickiness it smudges on his cheek. Although the threat of discovery worries him more than thrills him, being wanted with such raw force is an electrifying thought that sizzles deep in his belly.

If they weren't here, would you have thrown yourself at me? He shoves the memory back onto its shelf. Throwing his full attention onto Jesper, he teases him with quick little flicks of his tongue and glancing kisses, caresses his balls.

His shamelessness is appealing. It's a window into a world Wilhelm hasn't had a chance to explore — and he can't help but want to join him there. Curling his hand around the base of Jesper's cock, he stretches his mouth over the flushed head. As he sinks lower, his eyes flutter upward, seeking approval. He wants Jesper's hands buried in his hair. His husky voice spilling sweet nicknames and raunchy encouragements. Anything and everything.

"Mmm, not into public sex, noted." Jesper is into just about anything. He honestly has yet to get pitched an idea that he wasn't down for trying. He would say he maybe has some favorites, and almost-caught sex is not on that list. It's a yes though. Fun for certain, thrilling, and absolutely magnificent when pulled off right. But he's not surprised in the least that Wilhelm is more modest about that. They are still learning each other and he likes that.

The way he nuzzles into Jesper's cock like a cat really does a number on him, it is very sex, how little he seems to mind. Jesper is very cloesly watching too, licking his lips as he sees some of his come paint over those soft cheeks. "Saints," is all he says as he watches that. Just picturesque in a very crude way.

"Yes, fuck, yes." Jesper's head tilts back for a moment as he gets overwhelmed with a rush of pure desire, the pleasure rolling off him. Wilhelm's mouth is hot and consuming and he digs his fingers into his hair just as he wants. "You're doing perfect, love, your mouth should be illegal." He shudders and manages to go up on an elbow so he can blatantly watch.

Seeing himself disappearing into Wilhelm's mouth, the look in his pretty eyes as he looks up for approval, Jesper smiles at him, suggestive and smooth. "You need this don't you, Wille?" His fingers tighten in his hair. "You want to get me off. Want me to spill between those perfect lips." He pushes up toward him just a little bit, not enough to gag him.

"Come on, pigeon. Make me see stars."

Jesper's babbling pours over Wilhelm as he fills his mouth with him. Raw and lurid, it should embarrass him, but drenched in charm, Jesper somehow transforms every word into something silky and sweet, electric and exciting.

It pins him to the present, too, with the reminder that this isn't Simon tensing and twisting beneath him. Closing his eyes would be easy enough. Imagining it were him sharing this bed — his hard heat cradled in Wilhelm's mouth like it's sacred, his fingers woven in his hair where they belong. But that isn't fair to any of them. Simon, who remains untouchable in his memory. Jesper, who's working so hard at distracting him. His own heart.

Lacking practice, Wilhelm can't accommodate every inch. He stops when he feels Jesper's cock press against the back of his tongue, nudge against the opening of his throat. What he can't fit in his mouth, he keeps stroking as he pulls back and slides down again. But there's evidence he's done this before: he's careful not to scrape his teeth along Jesper's length, creating a cushion with his lips and tongue.

Eager to discover what will snatch Jesper's breath away, he experiments with the rhythm. He pulls his mouth off slowly, squeezing him in the hot cinch of tongue and cheeks, then plunges down all at once. He slurps at his head, lapping at the underside and tracing circles with his tongue. He angles himself to guide Jesper's cock into the soft hold of his cheek, letting it create a visible bulge in the side of his mouth.

And at each shift, he measures Jesper through long lashes. He watches for stars.

Wilhelm might not be as practiced but he is doing just great as far as Jesper is concerned. Sometimes perfect skill isn't required; enthusiasm more than makes up for it. He isn't thinking about anyone but Wilhelm right then, he's definitely put his mind past that sort of fractured consideration. He hasn't thought about another soft-haired youth in months. It's only them in there, for him.

He likes the experimentation and seeing Wilhelm go outside of his comfort zone and that is getting him up the hill, especially when he laps at the underside, sending little shocks of pleasure through Jesper. He goes wild for a moment in reaction to that, digging his fingers in tighter. His other hand takes advantage of the beautiful glimpse of the bulge and traces his fingers along it, feeling himself push against it through Wille's mouth. That just about does it right there.

"Wille. Wilhelm." His fingers hold Wilhelm's head in place but he doesn't push forward or anything, he is rather gentle about it, he isn't going to gag him. He needs to let that wet heat surround him and he crashes back on the bed, no longer able to keep on his elbow at all. The moment his head hits the mattress he releases into his perfect mouth, releasing his hair almost immediately so he doesn't feel forced. Also because his hand drops away from the sheer burst of pleasure shooting through his veins. There are stars, but only he can see them.

"Oh sweetheart, you pretty thing," Jesper groans, wiping hands over his face. He is all loose and warm now. "That was exactly what I needed."

Although he can tell that Jesper is close, hurtling toward that peak, ready to plunge right off, it still catches him by surprise when he actually reaches it. Jesper crashes to the mattress, and a warm, sharp taste fills Wilhelm's mouth. Reflexively, as one does when something unexpected happens, he pulls back. Now that his jaw doesn't have to strain so wide, swallowing is easier.

Except, Jesper hasn't finished. Wilhelm catches a pearly streak of cum across his cheek, another on his lips, before he seals his mouth around Jesper's cockhead to try to catch the rest. Milking him with steady strokes, he sucks and laps at him until Jesper falls still, as if pleasure is a tidal wave that has surged through him and left him washed up on some shore.

Well, wherever it's swept him to, Wilhelm is content to be there with him. He answers Jesper's little pet names, which from a less gorgeous mouth might sound patronizing, with a kiss nestled against his hipbone. His hair, falling in a curtain, brushes his skin. Crawling back up to Jesper, he curls up at his side. His touch as he traces his tattoos again is shy, as if he hadn't just done his damndest to suck him dry. As if his face isn't still sticky with the evidence.

"Can we just...stay like this for a little while?" he murmurs.

He isn't ready to go back to where his anxiety snarls him and his loneliness guts him.

Jesper is amazed at the lingering of Wilhelm's mouth on him to the point where he's not sure how long a moan of his has gone, but it is quite a long time. And well-deserved. It keeps the experience lasting and he somehow knows how to stop before it's too much. Leading Jesper to decide he really and truly needs to lock this boy down. This is not going to be a one-off. He needs more of him.

He manages to open his eyes when Wilhelm moves up to his side and he turns so he can face him. Jesper is affectionate so he has no hesitation as he cuddles in close to Wilhelm, lifting a hand to run comfortably along the side of his body and to his soft back. He leans in to kiss Wilhelm again, slow and sweet, licking the taste of himself off his lip as he does.

"We can stay as long as you want, Wille." Jesper nuzzles his nose, breathing him in deeply. He feels warm, relaxed, and content, and there are few things better than a pretty boy in his bed. "Did you have fun, pigeon?" Jesper promised him a fun time, and he wants to make sure he delivered.

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