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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.

His happiness is the fragile, hollow kind that falls apart if you think about it too much. So he resolves not to think about anything but Jesper's touch sketching his body, Jesper's lips caressing his. His countenance taut with pleasure, as it had just been moments ago, mouth stretched around a moan and eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. Being that Jesper has hinted at having a plethora of partners, Wilhelm is pleased that he could cause enough damage to make him buckle like that.

So...did he have fun? Nodding, he smiles into Jesper's chest.

"Mm...yeah. I had fun."

With a kiss brushed against the Wheel of Fortune that's worked into Jesper's tattoo, Wilhelm draws away — but only to reach over the side of the bed and grab his underwear. Now that they've both tumbled down from the heights of pleasure, he feels...well, a little naked. Once he's pulled them on, he rolls back to Jesper. Back to chest, he tugs his arm over himself like a blanket.

"Then...can you hold me?"

Like Jesper's warmth might be a ward, keeping away all of the bad things.

Edited 2022-12-29 04:35 (UTC)

Jesper doesn't bother with clothes because he is comfortable this way, but he doesn't protest Wilhelm getting something on. Well, out loud. This is the Horizon so he can easily make a blanket on top of them for real, but he also puts an arm around him, pulling Wilhelm snugly back against him. He kisses his cheek and nuzzles his nose into Wilhelm's neck, settling there.

"Of course, sweetheart. As long as you need."

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