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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.

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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."

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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.

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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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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.

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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."