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Kell can't tell if what he feels is more nerves or excitement. It's most likely both. This was never his style. He was always the responsible one. Look at him now. Sneaking out of an official banquet to kiss some handsome stranger in his cabin. With hopes for a lot more than just a kiss. It's madness, but it's a wonderful madness.

If it feels that he opens for Jesper's tongue a little too fast, a little too eager, it's only because his own desire has been building through their conversation at the table until he's unable to contain it any more. Kell always felt a sense of pride in his self-control. How he could keep himself sober and indistractable through any feast. Now, it feels as if he has none of it left.

Now, he's sinking into the kiss, half-aware of his surroundings, almost tripping when Jesper moves them around, so there's no longer the support of the door helping him keep his balance. Not falling only for the steady arm wrapped around his waist, guiding him to the bed. There's not a shred of resistance, not to the kisses - those are very well received, and reciprocated in kind - not to the strong hands that push him down on the bed.

"Never this handsome."

Kell's voice is closer to a satisfied purr, a content smile dancing on his lips, though he barely notices it himself. He's not aware of his own wants and desires most of the time. It's not different now. All he knows now is that there's a hungry beast inside of him that demands its tribute in pleasure. And it grows all the hungrier as he watches Jesper undo his belt. Anticipation raising with every move of those swift fingers.

"And never from an official banquet."

He could have lied. Could have said he's done this many times. It would have been so easy. It would have made him look good. It would also be very wrong. As sudden and crazy all they do now feels, Kell wants to be honest with this gorgeous man who so effortlessly shattered all his carefully constructed barriers. It feels very wrong not to. No matter how much the force of his own lust surprises him.

Jesper's found that the most controlled of people do best when it's a surprise that throws off their game, something unexpected and sudden that requires them to react rather than think. And he loves making people stop thinking. No thinking, only feeling. He is usually very adaptable to whoever his partner is or what they want, but Kell enjoyed being seduced, so that is who he is. The seducer, the challenged.

He laughs at the compliment and winks since he always loves stroking to his ego, or anything else of his. Jesper runs his fingers through Kell's beautiful red hair and goes onto his knees beside the bed, between Kell's knees. He tugs his shoes off and then slides his hands up Kell's ankles to his knees and his thighs, very close as gray eyes flicker up to look at his face.

"The only thing on that table I wanted was you. Unfortunately it wouldn't have gone over well if I did have you on that table." Jesper grins at him, playfully dancing his fingers to Kell's waistband before going up instead to work on getting his coat and shirt off. It's definitely too hot in here for the layers this cold place required.

"Tell me something, Kell." Jesper is very much a talker in bed as he is about to find out in detail. "If the most handsome stranger you've ever seen seduced you out of an official banquet, what would you want from him?" He is hasty to get hands on bare skin, Kell's pale skin in particular, all soft and light. "Assuming you can have anything."

Words. It's where Jesper looses him. At words. At the question. One that assumes that Kell knows. One that makes him think.

To actually get his head back into the situation and face all the screeching noises it has been making that he was blissfully ignoring up to this point. Blissfully ignoring by only focusing on Jesper. What he does. How it feels. If there's anything that Kell has truly ever mastered, it is focus. He can concentrate with such laser intensity that all world recedes into the background. It could stop existing altogether. There's nothing there, but the object of his attention.

It is this inhuman focus that Kell turns on Jesper hands, without one conscious thought. In a stroke of pure instinct. Of mind and body going into it's most preferred mode. Seeing, feeling, acknowledging Jesper's every move, tagging every reaction his own body is having, feeling, making, when those hands slide up his ankles, his knees, his thighs. Noting with equally alien clarity the heat rising in their wake.

Then Jesper decides to talk, and Kell's focus is broken. Suddenly, he's aware of his position on the bed, of the weird angle that he looks at Jesper. Kell blinks, then burns deep, dark red of embarrassment. Heat draining from him faster than it bloomed.

This is a very bad idea. his mind screeches. You really don't know what you are doing, do you? If you're going to ruin it like that, you'd might as well not start at all.

"I..." Kell starts. He trips over his words, breaks, closes his eyes for a moment, before he's able to continue. Sounding all defeated now. Well, it was nice while it lasted. "It is a very unlikely situation to ever happen to me."

It still sounds better than I have no idea.

You're really way over your head in it.

It is very rare that Jesper talking sultry in the bedroom leads to a screeching halt in someone's comfort, so he is genuinely startled for a moment. He does know some people don't like dirty talk or it embarrasses them, but Kell's reaction is confusing. Not confusing enough it makes him move or anything, but he does tilt his head curiously.

"Hey." Jesper cups Kell's face in his hands firmly. Getting his attention, distracting him from whatever is spiraling in his mind. He is very good at making people listen to him. "It is happening to you. I want you. All you have to do is want me back." He can make this incredibly simple and if that is what Kell needs, fine. As if he minds in the least, he can get this back on track.

"Follow my lead, Kell. You won't regret it, I promise." Jesper smiles and he kisses him then, not at all slow and sweet, dirty and thorough, consuming right off the bat. If he has to get him so lustful again that he can't worry, he is absolutely capable of that. Jesper decides to be forward and moves up to outright climb onto Kell's lap, straddling him with his long legs and moving his hands over his bare torso.

Jesper pulls his own shirt off and leans in close, pressing their bodies against each other, hoping that the distraction of warm skin will fix this problem.

Kell is a bundle of contradictions. That's his secret. He can be horny and insecure at the same time. He's just talented like that. As fast to grasp at what he wants, as he is to convince himself he can't or shouldn't have it.

But the hands on his chin, the touch, the heat, is enough to draw Kell back. His gaze glazing over into focus to fix on Jesper. The red stays, it flows even lower, staining Kell's neck in small drops and pools of colour, but his eyes have the fire in them again. I want you These three words are enough for the flames to rise up under his skin. So little, and yet so much.

"I do" Kell licks his lips, finding them parched again. "I do want you back."

Because, saints, does he want now! As if any of this was less confusing. The whole mess of his own wants and reactions. There's no denying that desire is there. Under the tangle of ... well, everything else.

Then Jesper kisses him, fierce and hungry, and there's little else - nothing really - that Kell can focus on from that moment. Then there's weight on hips, that pushes him down into the mattress, tears a low moan from his lips, as Jesper climbs him, his long fingers sliding down Kell's chest setting his skin alight. Kell's arms go round Jesper's shoulders touching, mapping all over his bare back. His whole body arching upward.

"Show me"

Jesper has never failed at recalibrating a person in his bed when it's necessary so he is not surprised when Kell goes back to reacting with heat and fervor. He does wonder for a moment if he's a virgin or just inexperienced, but it doesn't matter, he has chosen to be here and Jesper's going to reward him for it. He certainly reacts intensely to everything Jesper is doing which is deeply satisfying, he does love an expressive lover.

"I will," he promises, kissing Kell again to get him hungry. And because he wants to get a taste of him one more time before he gets distracted. Jesper pulls back and abruptly pushes Kell back down on the bed so he is perched on top of him. Jesper is long and lean in build, his darker skin smooth and his arms covered in tattoos. He would usually enjoy getting a look at that flushed red skin of Kell's, but he thinks it best he doesn't give the man time to squirm under his gaze.

He swoops down quickly, hands framing Kell's head much like he did on the door, and he runs his tongue along the curves of Kell's mouth without kissing him. Jesper moves down his body, pushing some of his weight down so Kell can feel him, a rock of their hips so he can enjoy some friction, so they both can. His mouth works its way down the curve of his neck, licking and sucking on his soft pale skin.

He decides to take his time in terms of making this more sensual and slow for Kell since he is reacting so intensely to everything, he may as well make it especially good for him if he isn't used to this. Jesper goes into every hook up with the mindset he wants more than one go, so it's like an audition. He kisses his way down Kell's chest and then deliberately and slowly circles his tongue around one of Kell's nipples. At the same time one of his hands moves down to directly press the palm of it against the fabric over his pants, rubbing teasingly.

Thing is, Kell is not a virgin. He had his share of fun times while growing up. More or less awkward. More or less actually pleasant. Some he even remembers fondly. Then, there was Lila. It's more a question of character. Of what he lets himself to want or do. This has been a severely limited list for such a long time. With the most of what he truly wanted off the list entirely. It will be difficult to ditch the habit. He's barely even aware of it now.

But Kell's definitely not shy or timid, when he finally lets himself do things. Once he does, he doesn't feel the need to hold back, so yes, that makes him quite expressive in his reactions. The kiss works wonders. Jesper soon has Kell kissing back with renewed fervour. As if they never stopped.

Then there are many things Kell doesn't know about himself. Like the startled gasp he makes when Jesper all but falls down on him, cornering him like he did at the door. A gasp that quickly turns into another moan. Nigh impossible to say if it's the denied kiss, the friction, or Jesper's lips on his neck, that has drawn it, and a quick stream of its successors.

Kell throws his head back, eyes shuts, as he exposes more of his throat for Jesper to devour. Arching his chest up into the sensation of Jesper's tongue on his quickly hardening nipples. His hips into the teasing hand. There can be little doubt what Jesper's touch does to him.

Kell is back to being damn near starving for this and Jesper is happy to oblige. Whatever his experience level, it seems like it's been awhile since he really let himself loose. He'll take that as a compliment and also as a challenge. Better make it worth it. Jesper loves when his partners are loud, he loves when they moan and catch their breath, it fills him with pride and his own hunger.

Jesper licks each nipple until they're hard and then suckles on them, his mouth moving down in a very clear direction until he gets to the top of Kell's pants. He smiles up at him and then has to sit up. "Move up on the bed more." He wants him to be comfortable and it also gives Jesper the time to shuck off the rest of his clothes. There is nothing shy or hesitant about him, he is as casual naked as he is closed, and there's no reason for him to second-guess.

He waits until Kell does that so he can come back over to him to divest Kell of his remaining clothes, tossing them to the side, he'll be able to find them easily later at least. Jesper isn't satisfied until all of that perfect pale skin is exposed to him and he licks his lips. "Beautiful," he murmurs, completely genuine. Kell is gorgeous. He forwardly encourages Kell's legs to spread so he can slide back between them and get back to his plan.

"Do you want my mouth on you?" Jesper presses kisses down until his lips have touched everywhere but Kell's hardness, a tease of a tongue against the base but he is intentionally not going further. He nuzzles at him, gray eyes nearly silver in lust, looking up toward him. "I want a yes." He smirks. "A please wouldn't hurt." The problem with talking before was giving Kell too many options to angst over. This is direct in comparison.

Part of it is that Kell really didn't get as much sex as he'd like to in the last ... eh... few months? Too stressed, depressed, angry, confused, and generally miserable to seek it. Between the Heralds' thing, Lunar Pond disaster, the nightmares, he just wasn't in the mood. And then there were other things, more private and personal, that kept him from even trying to think about the thing.

The other part, is that Kell's really that intense. Once he committed to something, he really goes all in. Head first, no stops.

Here, on this trip, his intentions are more like the latter. He's done with misery. Kell didn't actively seek an occasion for a hook-up. That's really not his style. But wasn't planning to miss such a pretty chance when it presented to itself to him. A very handsome chance. And very skilled one as it turns out.

Kell works great under clear direction. It all goes smoother when he doesn't have much to mull over. It's better when he doesn't have to think at all. A small, disappointed sigh escapes him when Jesper moves away to undress. But the view makes it up tenfold. Kell openly stares at the other man's naked body. How could he not to? It's perfect. He wants to put his hands all over it, and not only his hands.
Kell's eyes glide over Jesper's cock. He licks his lips, briefly musing how it would feel to touch it, to taste it. Jesper did ask him before what the wants. This might be one of those things. But he doesn't only stare, he moves further up just as Jesper instructed, and he's well awarded for it.

He only grows aware how tight and restrictive his own pants now feel when Jesper removes them from him, freeing Kell's now very hard cock. Strong hands urge his legs apart as Jesper slides between them with effortless ease. Soon Kell is back on moans and whimpers, with Jesper's lips everywhere but where he wants them most. But Jesper is a very indulgent lover, and he clearly reads the sings of Kell's body better than Kell himself. So of course he asks the right question.

"Yes" Kell's reply is a long moan. A please wouldn't hurt. "Please." But he hasn't finished yet. "And I want my mouth on you too."

Later. Now he's all shivering with anticipation for Jesper's mouth on him. He is, after all, a rather selfish prince.

Kell's hungry look at him naked is greatly appreciated and he has no doubt this enthusiasm is going to go both ways, but he is a natural aggressor and there are few better ways to soothe uncertainty than a blow job to knock all thoughts away entirely. It is his go-to move because it's a very good move that he absolutely loves to do. He loves the flush of Kell's skin and he would be lying if that wasn't one of his favorite qualities of the fair-skinned redheads he's met. So colorful, one look at them and he can see all their desire.

"Good boy," Jesper chuckles, rewarding him right away with a lick of his tongue from the base of his cock to the tip. It curls at the top and laps at the head gently to get him started. "You can have anything you want. All you have to do is ask." He doubts he has to worry about Kell getting too anxious again. Now that he has him firmly in hand, his long fingers wrapping around his cock, he is confident Kell will think of nothing but him from now on. He means what he says, Kell can put his mouth on him, he can put his cock in him or vice versa, Jesper is incredibly adaptable and down for all options.

Right now though he wants to feast. He holds him steady and while normally he might tease him a little longer, he did say please and that should be rewarded. Jesper laps at the tip until he gets a good taste and then lowers his mouth down to surround Kell but only fully covering the head. He curls his tongue along the sensitive underside of it and hollows his cheeks in, suckling as he makes his hot wet mouth tighter to get him started.

The drag of Jesper's tongue on his cock makes Kell's toes curl, blood thundering through his veins. His fingers find their way to sink into Jesper's hair.

Saints, he's good.

All those dramatics risk making him look as if he'd never got a proper blow-job before. It would have been a very wrong conclusion. But there are good blow-jobs and there are exquisite. It's not difficult to divine from Kell's reactions what he thinks about the current one. Jesper has only just started, and he's already reduced Kell to a puddle of barely coherent mess. At a risk of completely melting into the sheets if this continues.

"A...aha--anything?" Kell regains enough control over his tongue to ask a question of his own. Now that you got him talking, he'd never stop. "It's a dangerous thing to promise to a magician."

A selfish, princeling magician, who'd like nothing more than to be indulged, praised and pampered, filled to the brim and brought to senseless ecstasy. That's a side of him that Kell rarely explores. He's the responsible one, the strong and powerful Antari. But under skilled hands - and tongue - of a total stranger, who knows nothing of his past, his role, his former and current duties, it feels safer to let go. If only for one night. Kell already feels - though he's not that fast to admit it, even to himself - that he'd rather like to make it more than one night. Improbable, yes, but wouldn't it be nice.

Jesper is someone who truly enjoys every second of sex, there is something wonderfully sensual and lusty about him, an air of someone who wants to touch and be touched, who could be the definition of sultry when gray eyes snap up to look at Kell from his current position. He smirks around him and pulls off him, his hand stroking from the base up to the tip and his thumb caressing the top, using the saliva and precum to slick him up a little better on the rest of his shaft. He pumps him slowly, knowing exactly the picture he makes as he taunts his cock with licks again, but only to answer him.

"Anything. For example, you can fuck my mouth. I don't have a gag reflex." It's something he always alerts his lovers to because he knows it is the type of thing they'd want to know. And so he never has to worry about any desperate apologies for going too deep. Jesper's hunger is only heightened when someone uses his talented mouth for what it was meant to do.

That message given with a wink, he acts quickly and without any mercy. Jesper swoops down, holding him firmly again, and swallows Kell down like he's a five star meal he can't hold back from savoring. He takes his cock well past the head and down, down, his throat relaxing, lost in the pleasant feeling of being full. Kell is burning hot and throbbing and Jesper wants to make him lose that too-worried mind of his. He no longer goes slow, he has a quick pace of bobbing his head up and down, relentless as he moans around him. There's the obscene sound of his lips suctioning around him and the gulping down of his length.

It may be a bit cruel for a first time, driving so fast at making Kell's mind explode, but he likes to make a good first impression. His other hand finds Kell's and makes certain that it slides into his hair so he can control him if he wants. All it takes is a firmer grip and Jesper will be passive in an instant, letting Kell take more if he wants it.

Gorgeous people who are well aware of their own attractiveness have unfair advantage. The moment their eyes meet, Kell fells victim of this advantage. The long stare, content and confident, that Jesper gives him would have been enough to boil his blood. But the view, the fact that this stunning man looks at him like that while slowly, decadently licking and sucking his cock? As if he was the best thing in the world. Which, honestly, and Kell is very aware of it, he is not. But it leaves no space for any such thoughts in his mind. Apart from the one about how fucking hot Jesper looks when he stares at him like that.

And then Jesper has the audacity to taunt him even more. As if he hasn't already wrapped Kell around his ... no, not finger, rather his inhumanly talented tongue. Kell's eyes fly open at Jesper suggestion. Desire flashes his vision all white. Fuck his mouth? Saints! He wants to fuck him everywhere now, but there? That sounds divine. It makes Kell's hips buck involuntarily.

He has no time to respond. No time to react even, no time for words or even a single grunt. Kell sucks in air through his teeth when Jesper descends down on him as if he was holding back right until this point and only now lost all control over his own hunger. As if Kell's cock somehow was the greatest delicacy the world can offer and Jesper just could not stop himself from devouring it.
Kell feels more than hears Jesper moan against his overstimulated hardness. The vibrations threatening to send him over the edge any second. Blanking his brain with every tiny rumble.

There's not a single conscious thought left in his mind. Nothing other than the raging lust, the crushing imperative to thrust deep between those luscious lips, shoot hot cum down his throat and have Jesper take it all.
Kell takes Jesper guiding his hand into his hair as a permission to do exactly that. His grip tightens on Jesper's silky locks. Pull gentle but firm. Expecting, asking, rather politely requesting that Jesper kindly relinquishes all control to him, and lets Kell fuck his mouth deep, as deep as he wants to fill him.

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Kell also looks fantastic like this although Jesper is too busy to tell him so, he can later on. He is flushed prettily, his unique eyes intense and caught in Jesper's own challenging gaze. He responds so freely, so eagerly, and there are very things more attractive than that. To be wanted this openly, to be lusted after as if Jesper isn't already giving him bliss, it feeds into his ego and his desire. He is unfair in how aggressively he demands Kell's attention and swallows him down greedily in order to make him helpless with need.

Once Kell's fingers slide into his hair intentionally, a firm demand on his strands, Jesper does exactly as requested. He stops the assault on Kell's cock although he keeps his mouth around the head, holding there. It makes it much easier for Kell to thrust forward if he's already inside, but otherwise, Jesper wants to feel that entire length push into him. He offered this because he lives for it. He enjoys someone making his throat raw, his voice scratchy, his eyes tear a little at the corners from the pressure.

Once he is certain Kell has a good grip and he won't fall out of his mouth, Jesper releases him and doesn't go passive outside of his lips. The slicker hand starts caressing the sensitive skin of his balls, wanting to feel them tense before he releases. His other hand slides up Kell's stomach to rub the sharp points of his nipples. Jesper doesn't go easy, he makes this an attack on every part of Kell's body so he can be lost in sensation.

If he had even the smallest chance to think, the tiniest fraction of a second, Kell would have been quite mortified by what he's doing. He could blame it all on alcohol. He's been drinking heavily since the beginning of this whole trip. It would have been easy.
Truth is, booze has nothing to do with it, other maybe that loosening up some of his hang-ups about going out to have sex with a complete stranger. It has nothing to do with the fact that when presented with the possibility, Kell falls into it with almost feral thirst. If he had even the slightest chance to think, he'd be terrified what it must say about him to have such needs and desires. The power and intensity of them. Insatiable hunger, a void that cannot be filled. So maybe it's for the better, than Jesper's onslaught on his body doesn't leave any room for thought.

Kell shifts himself slightly, so he has a better grip on Jesper's hair, better control of the way his hips move, and a better view. Because what a view it is. He starts slow, thrusting into the wet heat of Jesper's mouth a little deeper every time, until he's all in, the head of his cock plunging in and out of the other man's throat. Kell's already overstimulated, he almost comes the first time it happens. Only able to hold it by sheer willpower. He wants it to last, to bury his cock all the way down this luscious mouth, press against the back of Jesper's throat. It takes a few more thrusts, and Jesper's hands, those long, slender fingers tormenting his balls and nipples, for orgasm to finally hit Kell, and he comes with a long moan; eyes closed, whole body going taut like string, shooting hot into Jesper's mouth. His grip on Jesper's lightens, whole body going limp as pleasure crashes through him with blinding, maddening waves. Leaving him helpless, utterly at Jesper's mercy.

When the world comes back into focus, Kell sighs. Saints, this was good. His eyes glaze over Jesper's body with lazy content, taking in the view with obvious delight. Kell's magic swirls around them in curling waves, like a leftover electricity from a summer storm, the scent of ozone in the air.

"Beautiful," he purrs, fingers idly tracing a line down Jesper's jaw. "See what you've done? Now I want even more of you."

Jesper never overthinks this, it is something he is so sure of. It is fun to get someone else who may be more anxious to let go though. That hiccup Kell had briefly is completely ignored now that he is getting the pleasure sucked out of him, which was his intent. Jesper moans very loudly at the first thrust Kell does, vibrating around him, and his noises start to get cut off by how deep Kell's going. He loves it, getting stuffed full like this, Kell using him to chase his needs. He opens his mouth and keeps his throat open and lets Kell fuck into him as roughly as he wants. There is no question by the way he touches him in between, his clever fingers moving on Kell, that this is how he likes it.

His intention was to get Kell out of his mind very fast so it loosens him up, because he is far from done with him too. It's best to knock a bloke fast with an orgasm so he is less likely to get in his head again. That is why he is so relentless on pleasing Kell until he lets go. He swallows eagerly when Kell begins shooting into his mouth and he dribbles over a little due to how deep he is but he doesn't mind. It's easy to wipe the edges as he pulls off and simply lick them off his fingers. He would lick Kell clean too if it wouldn't be over-stimulating.

Kell's purring and relaxed and Jesper's proud about that, smiling up at him and wiping his mouth. "Good, because I'm far from done with you, handsome." Jesper's hard as a rock but he is in no hurry at all, he can be remarkably patient, at least until things get really going. He climbs up Kell's flushed body, brusing is mouth over the soft skin as he goes, not even close to satisfied.

"Do you want to fuck me? Or be fucked? I'm good with either." He's also good with Kell just touching him if that's a preference, it's clear from how Jesper is that he will roll with anything. He'd be lying if he said he didn't want to get a real fuck out of this though. "Don't worry, I brought something." It's Jesper. He carries lube in one of his jacket pockets literally all of the time.

Maybe asking Kell anything he wanted before was too broad. This is more direct.

Kell will, inevitably, overthink all this for days. That he was too fast, too rough, too selfish. It felt too good, so it must have been bad.
Later, when he sobers up, and there is no gorgeous body close to distract him.

Now, the blissful haze still pleasantly clouds his mind, makes such thoughts impossible. The only thoughts present, are idle musings on how hot Jesper is and how nice it would be to really know some appropriate healing magic, so he could just fuck him right now.

Then Jesper crawls up his body, his lips drawing fire up Kell's skin, and even those thoughts are gone. Kell catches his lips, the first moment he can reach them, pulling Jesper into a hungry kiss. That's sort of an answer, but he is a fast learner and noticed already that Jesper likes to hear what he'd like to do to him.

"I'd very much like to fuck you." There's a noticeable pause between this bold declaration and the second part of the sentence. "Just give me a moment."

Kell wraps his arms around Jesper's waist, sliding his hands to rest comfortably on his ass. A very shapely ass, perfect for fondling.

"I see you came prepared. How conscientious."

A distraction, that is what this comment is mostly. A redirection from the uncomfortable fact that against Jesper's deliciously hard cock, his own still needs at least a minute more to match. Kell's not one of those people who can fuck all night with no breaks or rest in between. As much as he'd like to be.

Jesper returns the heated kiss and laughs. "I didn't expect you to bounce back that fast, don't worry." He likes the grip on his ass and sits up a little better, reaching over to where he stashed the lube under his pillow. He has to be ready at all times. He knows what he's about. He decides to settle himself comfortably on Kell's lap, long legs straddling him now on either side.

"Here, love, open me up while you recover. That way you can slide right into me when you're ready." It definitely will make the time in-between be helpful and not the two of them simply waiting around. He never wastes time. Jesper is very casual at the moment, comfortable as he runs his hands down Kell's torso and gives him the bottle. He settles up on his knees so it will be easy for Kell to touch him. He wouldn't mind this going the obvious path of him riding Kell into oblivion, but Jesper also likes being fucked. He'll see what they feel like. For now he is full of playfulness and ease.

If and when he follows the instruction, Kell will find that Jesper is probably the easiest person to open he's ever had under his hands. He is very relaxed and the only tension he feels is the pressure from his cock for relief at some point. He enjoys sex so he naturally does whatever brings it to him quickest. He lets his eyes and hands wander over Kell's body. His fingers start playing with Kell's nipples again, a gentle rub between his thumb and forefinger.

"Look at you," he says, admiring. He wonders if Kell knows how beautiful he is. Gray eyes are very complimentary in the way they look at him alone. "I like to talk but you don't have to, Kell. Your sounds were more than enough."

Kell resists the urge to flip them over. A shiver of anticipation running down his spine when Jesper moves, reaching up for something outside of Kell's field of vision. Another when he - oh so casually - slips the bottle into Kell's hand. There's unhurried ease in Jesper's every movement. The way he slides his hand down Kell's chest, the way he settles on his knees right above Kell's hips, close but with enough lift that Kell can easily reach him.

Kell holds the bottle in his hand for a moment, to make its content nicely warmed up. His other hand caressing Jesper's ass, moving in a small circles closer and closer to its target. He moves his hand only to open the bottle, pour a generous amount of lube into his palm and thoroughly coat his fingers. The bottle dropped where it came from. It might yet be useful, and Kell wants to know where to look for it.
It's a delightful surprise to find almost no resistance when he slips the first finger in. Then the second. Kell takes his time, and no small amount of pleasure, working Jesper open. A thought flashes through Kell's mind, how well Jesper must take a cock, if it's so effortless to put fingers into him. The image shots heat into his veins and blood down his loins, making him harder with every push and pull of his fingers into Jesper's delightfully receptive ass.

So focused Kell is on this task, that a sudden pressure to his still sensitive nipple tears a moan from his lips. And a chuckle when he realizes that he couldn't have confirmed Jesper's word in a more eloquent way.
Lifts enough so he can reach Jesper's neck with his lips, to suck and lick the soft skin, as his fingers find that sweet spot inside Jesper. Kell breathes at the spot he abused, licks it once more before falling back on the sheets.

"I like it when you talk."

Just a little more before he can take him. Just a little more.

Jesper is far from passive as Kell already knows, sighing as Kell's fingers move inside of him, rising with him after the first few times so he can enjoy the thrust a little better. He stretches beautifully but it still feels amazing and he wants more of it. He can't touch himself because he is already excited enough and the shivers going down his spine are making it more necessary. He smirks at him, his eyes going more silver when filled with lust, knowing he makes a pretty picture when he's riding fingers like this. He wants to get Kell hot again so he has something much better inside of him.

Oh the moan spilling from his lips is perfect, beautiful, and his mouth goes dry, licking his lips. "Fuck, yes." Jesper moans when Kell pushes up and starts touching him, losing some of his calm when lips suck on his skin and he gasps. He tilts his head to give Kell all the access he wants to lick him, and he groans when his fingers hit him in the exact right way.

Jesper follows Kell down onto the sheets, slamming his hands on either side of his head, now thoroughly turned on all over again. He is still spread so he can push back against Kell's hand but he passionately steals a kiss from him. He sucks on his tongue, explores every crevice of his mouth, kisses him until he can't breath and still keeps it going until he's a few seconds from seeing spots. He comes out of it only to bite Kell's bottom lip and tug on it.

"Fuck me, Kell." If he wants to hear him, he can hear him say that in a rough tone. "Pound me into this fucking mattress." That's what he wants. That's what he needs.

Kell is already hard halfway through the kiss. But it's the words that get to him, the tone, the demand. This never fails to get to him. The feral lust is back in full force. Kell is thin and pale. He can make an impression of frail. It cannot be further from the truth. He was - is - his brother's shield. He's strong enough to lift a man even without magic. So Jesper barely ends making his demand when he finds himself on his back with Kell crushing him into the mattress. His fingers gone, but then strong hands lift Jesper's hips up to push a pillow under him, spread his legs, opening him wide for Kell to pillage.

"I am going to fuck you," Kell growls just as he thrusts into Jesper the first time, his fingers wrapping around the other man's cock. "I'm a going to fuck you so hard, that you will beg me to fuck you more. And then I will fuck you even harder." Each threat? promise? is followed by another thrust. It's obscene, completely filthy so say such words. To say them in such a tone. But it feels so good to say them that he can't, doesn't want to stop.

Jesper has had so many kinds of sex in his life and he loves them all, but there are some times when he really needs this. He is always the confident one, suave and sensual, but Saints he likes to get railed within an inch of his life. He moves with Kell without hesitation, scrambling to lift his hips up where Kell demands them, spreading his legs eagerly. He had a feeling he had this underneath his uncertainty, Jesper has a knack for seeing through the exterior. And he hungered for it from the first moment their eyes met.

"Yes!" Jesper groans as Kell slams into him with no slow build or hesitation, an instant rush of sensation just on the right side of painful. His very long legs try to wrap around Kell or at least hook into him, wanting nothing more than to encourage him to keep going. Every time he pushes into him, Jesper says yes again, in increasingly desperate tones. "Don't let me come. Fuck me until you want me to come." Too many strokes on his cock is going to make it happen too soon and as much as Jesper loves the pleasure, he likes the build up even more. This kind of pain is up his alley.

"Please, Kell, please I can take it harder, baby, I need it." He's never failed to beg when given the option, and he loves it when someone gives him a good reason.

Kell had no idea he had it in him. Such primal, animalistic ferocity. He'd most likely balk at anyone suggesting it to him. He might even feel a bit offended. He likes to think of himself as a careful and attentive lover. Likes to think he is not selfish, that he cares as much for his partner's pleasure as he does for his own. Quite often, much more for the other person than his own.

But Jesper's desperate cries and pleas, bring something entirely different in him. A part that likes control, likes causing pain - if only a little to spice up the pleasure. A part that feeds off the desperation of those pleas, only to deny them and make Jesper beg for more. A good thing then, he's too lost in the moment to fully comprehend, and be shocked by it, how much of a turn on all of that is for him.

"I have no intention of letting you come without my permission."

Kell's voice is a low murmur against Jesper's ear, thick and dark like molasses. He sucks the very tip of Jesper's earlobe, ending it with a small bite. Barely grazing it with his teeth. His fingers squeezing the base of Jesper's cock just a tiny bit tighter. If only to prove his point.

He doesn't slow down, not even for a heartbeat, with Jesper's legs wrapped around him the angle makes it all the easier to bury himself ever deeper. Kell has enough stamina in his well-trained body to keep it going at this frantic pace until Jesper has no strength left to even beg him to let him come. He hasn't decided yet if he wants to use it all. The image of Jesper, breathless and exhausted because he had fucked him so hard that he's unable to move, is very tempting.

Jesper has a skill for bringing out sides in people they don't expect. It is usually because he is very open and game for anything, allowing people to go with their instincts because they know it's safe. It doesn't surprise him that Kell is off the leash like this, just the same as he knows how much he lusts for it. They're in a fucked up situation, stuck on this ship, trapped as the negotiations go on, and this is a way to let go of all of it. They have a lot of steam to blow off. He craves being out of his mind here. The idea of him being so exhausted after a thorough fucking that he can only lie there is very appealing. He's had a bad few months.

"Fuck, you're hot." He says with a long moan after Kell speaks into his ear like that. Unbelievably hot. He picked the right person to pick up tonight. Jesper whimpers at the squeeze on his red and painfully hard cock, dragging his hands up over Kell's shoulders. He digs his nails in hard against his back, scratching as Kell keeps his rough thrusts going. His feet dangle past Kell's hips to touch his thighs and pulls, encouraging with all of him for his lover to keep going.

One of his hands moves from Kell's back to dive into his bright hair, digging into those strands instead as he drags him down for another heated kiss. It's almost feral as he rocks down into Kell, his body begging, body flushed, sweating. He has to gasp out of the kiss as he angles his body just right and Kell slams right into his prostate with sharp speed.

"Fuck, fuck, Kell, please, right there, shit I'm going to die, that's so good." Jesper really goes off the wire then, dropping his head back on the bed, his face slack with pleasure, arching up into him. His hand tugs on Kell's hair as he wriggles and whimpers. "Saints, I want you to come in me, please, Kell, harder, make me scream."

Jesper has already managed to quiet Kell's incessantly overactive mind with his talented mouth. Freed him from the usual negativity spiral it so easily falls into. So it's only right to return the favour. Especially when doing it feels so good. Each drag of Jesper's nail against his back leaves Kell's skin burning, itching, yearning for more. It has no right to feel this good. He has no right to enjoy this pain, light as it is, so much. Kell hates pain, does a lot to avoid it. And yet now each scratch of Jesper's nails shoots searing heat right into his already painfully hard cock.

The compliment burns through his nerves like a lightning strike. Kell never knows what to do with compliments. They tend to bring his brain to a screeching halt, half-wanting for them to be true, half-terrified they are not. And even if genuine, then not deserved.

So it's for the better he doesn't have a thought to spare now, his all focus firmly fixed on pounding Jesper into the mattress. And how good it feels to fuck him so hard. This is new territory and Kell finds himself utterly delighted in finding new ways to make Jesper squirm, moan and beg. It's unreal how much pleasure he draws from all the little twitches and noises his lover makes.

Then Jesper shifts and Kell immediately notices, from the way Jesper's whole body arches towards him, head falling back, the words rolling off his lips, that they have finally found their perfect alignment. Before he was only grazing the other man's prostate with his powerful thrusts, now he's hitting directly into it.

Instead of speeding up, Kell slows down, pulls out further, making his every movement more deliberate. He thrust into Jesper with the same unrelenting force, but now gives him space between each hit. A time to recover from the onslaught, if only a little bit. If only so it can build some anticipation for the next hit that inevitably comes after that too short a break. So he can fully experience the raw power of it, and so they won't all meld into one continuous sensation that Jesper could have too easily get used to.

Kell leans down, careful not to disturb their perfect position, to claim Jesper's mouth in a kiss so violent it risks leaving Jesper's lips swollen and bruised. Breaking only when he's sure he'd get him breathless and gasping for air.

"Do you now?" he purrs into Jesper's ear. "Maybe I will. Maybe I won't. You have to be more convincing."

Kell drags his thumb in a small circle on the base of Jesper's cock, not changing his grip in the slightest. A cruel torment considering how far his lover is gone in his need for release.

"You might need to describe to me in more detail how you want me to spill into to you, to fill you up. Tell me how you want nothing more than be an eager vessel for my come. Beg for it, Jesper. And if you do it right, I may just fuck you so hard you'll pass out from the force of the orgasm I am going to give you."

He will still fuck him even if Jesper doesn't ask, but it's just too much fun not to threaten him. Not to dangle the possibility he just might leave him overheated and unsatisfied in front of him. They both know he won't do it. But it's still fun.

Any other time, Kell would have been completely frozen with terror at the mere thought that such a torrent of filth can come out of his mouth. Now, it's the only thing on his mind. It feels downright ecstatic to say all this and watch, feel, Jesper's reaction to it. To draw moans, pleas and screams from his perfect lips, overwhelm him with pleasure and don't stop until he's completely unravelled.

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