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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.

Jesper is never restrained in sex, he is loud and he doesn't care. He can be quiet when he needs to be, typically if he convinces someone to try public sex, but when there's no need, he lets it all loose. There is nothing better for his ears than groans and pleas, so he would never hold back the same from his lovers. If they're doing the work, they deserve the complementary sounds.

Jesper is really wound up as Kell hits him in a perfect way and his heart is pounding so hard in his chest he swears it is echoing in the room. He cries out when Kell slows down but thrusts more deliberately, the space in between each one making every cell in his body feel like it's on fire. The sensation is so intense that he is breathing raggedly and whimpering, clinging to Kell. Rarely does anyone give it to him this way and he is so desperate for it, for how he's practically lifting Jesper off the bed with every thrust since he's wrapped his limbs around him. He craves the lack of control.

He meets the kiss just as violently and wild, his nails digging into Kell's back hard enough to definitely leave marks now. The skin is flushed and he is only a little more pressure away from drawing blood. Jesper drops back when they both have to struggle to breathe and he arches up into Kell's mouth when he speaks to him again.

"Please, fuck." He shivers when Kell's finger touches his tip, he is deeply over-stimulated with no ability to actually come, at least not the way he wants to. It is clear how into this he is, so if it's new to Kell, he is doing an incredible job. His eyes are silver when they open and he stares up at him, looking deeply debauched.

Jesper loves to talk so giving him a focus is delightful. He grins up at him, his body screaming at him. It feels insanely good. "Fill me, use me, I'm only a hole for you to fuck, Kell. Please, I'm begging you, I want to feel you for days, I want to hold you in me until you can't move or think." He is tied so tightly around him it would be easy to pull him in as deep as possible and hold him there. It's all he wants. He sounds ragged and needy and happy most of all. Happy, delighted, turned on.

"Hold me down so I can't do anything but take it, please, darling, please, fuck me, let me come." Jesper wiggles on him and bites his own lip as he watches him. "I want you to fuck me again, I want you in me all night. I want to ache from you." One time is never enough for him.

Kell thought Jesper is very handsome the moment he saw him in the banquet hall. But that's a clear understatement. He considers many Summoned handsome. Many indeed are. You'd have to look far to find someone who is not good-looking.

But few are 'I want to know how his lips taste' kind of handsome like Jesper is. Dark skin, bright eyes. Beautiful. Totally Kell's type. No wonder he was so eager to be seduced by him.
Still, it is far from enough to faithfully depict how Jesper looks now, when Kell is fucking him so hard he half-worries he might break his beautiful lover in two. Jesper glows. There's no other way to describe it.

Kell has rarely seen anyone so obviously, shamelessly, enjoying not being pleasured and worshipped, but degraded, used and denied satisfaction. And he loves every single part of what he sees. Jesper's answers not only with word, but with his whole body. His every plea leaving Kell breathless, his mind blank, only desire raging through his veins like an unstoppable firestorm. His own response is a wordless more. He wants more of this gorgeous man writhing under him. He wants to fuck him into oblivion, break him and then build him back again.

Kell leans down for another kiss. Not vicious and brutal like before, but slow and delicate.

"That was very pretty," he murmurs against Jesper's lips. "I will grant you your wish, and since I am feeling extra generous, I will even let you come as I do it."

Kell does not wait for an answer, but lets himself finally flood Jesper with his release; a long moan ripping from his lips as he comes. The pleasure of it almost knocking him off. He loosens his grip on Jesper's cock, dragging his fingers up, stroking its whole length from the base to the head in long, sensuous motions, paying special attention to its most sensitive parts.

He wants Jesper to come while he's still shooting into him, filling him up. His own orgasm rocking his body in spasms. It's so unbearably hot that he wonders if he won't end getting hard again right after they finish. No matter how dizzy and overwhelmed it all makes him feel.
Craves to do exactly what Jesper's begged him for, to fuck him the whole night. Don't stop until they're both too exhausted to even lift a finger.

And then do it again.

Wylan described Jesper as 'exuding pleasure' in his first estimation of him, when he couldn't help but lust after him at first sight too. Someone completely confident and at home in himself, always seeking a good time, looking for pleasure, looking for fun and connection and adventure. He draws people to him, finds what they want, and gives it to them. Kell is no exception although like everyone else, he is giving back just as much. No one-sided mindblowing sex here, Jesper is very happy with the results of his seduction.

His body can take a whole lot of punishment, he is a very strong and healthy young man, used to pain and adrenaline, and he is very difficult to break. So Kell ripping through him only satiates a need, to feel something above and beyond the norm. Jesper already feels helpless at times in his situation, in Cadens, even here, where they had no choice. When he's choosing to be helpless and let someone completely command his body and orgasm, it's a relief. Relief is all he feels as Kell kisses him and then gives them both release.

"Thank you, Kell." Jesper murmurs it passively in that moment, letting him rile them both up and end it. He is grateful for permission and he wants him to know that, and know they are both enjoying this sexual power play in the same way. Jesper leaves scratch marks on Kell's back that will linger and sting, hopefully in an appealing way. They're not going to be the only ones he leaves by the end of this. Teeth will at some point play a part. For now he holds on as tightly as he can and then cries out loudly, all his tension going out of him in a single moment as he comes.

Kell filling him makes it even better although he covers them both in his, his eyes closed tightly as everything is bright white and then dark. Jesper remembers to breathe and he thinks he could have easily passed out from that, he's just awake enough to enjoy the feeling of both pleasure and pain rushing through his veins. He strokes his fingers gentler now through Kell's hair.

"Mmm, stay in me." He mumbles it, really blissed out, but he wants that clear at least. Jesper keeps his legs around him although they're looser, not quite the chokehold as before. He likes to keep his lovers in, he enjoys feeling them soften but stay stuffed.

Jesper finally opens his eyes to gaze up at his new lover and he smiles, leaning up to capture his lips in a lingering kiss, although it can't last as he's still getting his breath back. "You acting all shy and hesitant and then giving me that, damn, Kell." Jesper laughs.

It is a dastardly difficult task to have an existential crisis about your own sexual preferences when you're balls-deep in another man's ass. A gorgeous man, who has just very fondly asked you to stay there after you have fucked him black and blue, and made you both nearly pass out from the explosive orgasm of your making.

There are many things that can be said about Kell, but never that he lacks imagination or talent. He's fully capable of having an existential crisis while still reeling from the wave of pleasure that had washed over him, leaving him panting and exhausted. Exhausted in the most pleasant of ways.

Only completely blissed out of his mind, Kell is able to enjoy himself freely. Jesper asking him to stay in him makes him melt. He doesn't need much convincing, or rather none at all. It feels too good to be buried deep in him, feels grounding. A reminder that what they did really happened.

A reminder of what he, no, what they did. It is exactly that reminder that makes Kell's mind instantly go into overdrive from his sex-induced slumber. What, by the love of all saints, was he thinking? To be perfectly honest, he wasn't exactly thinking.
It's very difficult to hold to a belief that what he's done must be unforgivable if the person he did it to radiates only bliss and happiness and thanks you for it. Then asks you to please keep your cock in him.
Kell just cannot piece together that image, the feelings he himself has, with his own opinions on sex, pain, pleasure, coercion and violence.
He never thought there can be pleasure in pain. Both in giving and in receiving. But now? Whenever he moves, he can feel the sting of the long scratches that Jesper's nails left on his back exposed to the open air. It's a minuscule amount of displeasure, but he gets turned on even only thinking about them.

He falls into kiss eagerly, with a quiet desperation of someone who needs more ammunition against his own doubts. It's sweet and wonderful, and over too soon because they're both haven't fully recovered their breath yet, and then Jesper laughs. Kell resists the urge to look away, to apologize for all those things he did to him. Suddenly feeling ashamed of his actions. But Jesper thanked him, he told him he wanted it, he told him it was hot, begged him to do it. So there can be no doubt he enjoyed it. No matter how Kell's demons try to convince him otherwise.

"I..." he starts, breaks, then makes himself continue. "I don't know what got into me. I've never been like this with anyone else." But Jesper has unique a talent to bring to light his most hidden side. One that Kell never knew existed. Though he expected as much. There were signs. He just ignored them. "But you seemed to like it so I went with it."

He leans in to bury his face in the crook of Jesper's neck, lips to skin, feeling Jesper's pulse, still far from slowing down. He shifts, moving his hands down Jesper's body to to grab his ass.

"I most certainly loved it" Kell breathes into his lover's neck while he fondles his ass, pushing his now not entirely limp cock just a little deeper. "And I want more of it. Even if I understand nothing of it."

Jesper typically is fully aware of all his sexual interests and needs and when he does something he isn't used to or new to, it's exciting and interesting rather than concerning. He probably has some hard lines somewhere but he has yet to find them, he just gives himself the freedom to know when he wants to say a hard no and rolls with a yes for the rest of his life.

He's fascinated by the fact that Kell is still inside of him, his nail marks all over his back, as intimate as two people can get, and Kell's doing his shy thing again. Jesper's expression is curious as he listens to him try to explain and it clicks. He lets Kell bury his face and turns his head to nuzzle at his hair, smiling.

"Oh I see, I just gave you a sexual awakening, that's my favorite." Hey it is absolutely a high compliment! Jesper likes being so sexually adventurous and appealing that people just learn new things about themselves in the process of being with him. The problem is only if it draws something out they don't like, but that is clearly not the case here. He is genuinely delighted as he laughs but then gasps when Kell grips his ass and pushes a little deeper. He's oversensitive so it stings but he is not against it at all.

"Mmmm, well I can help explain, darling." Jesper wriggles under him on purpose to test out if he can take more, brushing his fingers in Kell's sweaty bright hair. "You're up in your head too much and you have a lot of internal struggles with your anxieties and insecurities, and what this basically does is ball up all of those things into the type of tension that you can fuck out of you with a partner who happens to like it rough and wild and enjoys taking all that you have to purge. It's pure sensation, no thought."

Jesper is a fun guy, but he's also very smart, mostly about people. He did get into a very prestigious academy and probably could have become anything he wanted, but that wasn't his way. Still, he lifts Kell's head so he has to look at him, cupping his face far more gently than the rest of their sex has been. "And I'm an arrogant and dominant person who sometimes likes to have that all stripped away and fucked out of me so I remember I'm also just a person who has needs that don't include being what someone else wants of me."

Jesper grins at him and kisses him, biting his lip sharply. "Sound reasonable to you?"

Kell would think it is rather embarrassing, and annoying, for someone to figure him out so fast and effortlessly. He doesn't. He's actually relieved. It feels good to hear this whole thing is fine. It's something exists, not him being weird again. That Jesper recognizes it, turns out to be quite knowledgeable about it, and seems to be quite fond of it. Kell prefers to have words for things. It makes them less confusing. So he can stop trying to dissect the living daylight out of them, and start actually enjoying.

Arrogant and dominant. Oh, he can totally see it. Even before Jesper kisses him, the sting of it bringing the heat right back. It is utterly thrilling to break someone like Jesper, to reduce him to a breathless, shivering mess, begging to be fucked until he passes out. It is even more thrilling to know Jesper wants Kell to break him. Not only thrilling, irresistible.

Kell licks the one drop of blood that forms on his lip after Jesper bites him. Saints, that's hot. The metallic taste of it makes him shiver. He kisses back, forcing his tongue into Jesper's mouth. No care, just lust and hunger. Breaks as fast as he started it. It wasn't meant to feel nice, just to show that Kell can take him whenever he likes it.

"Very reasonable," he agrees, a wicked smile dancing on his lips.

He pushes Jesper's legs, still wrapped around him, away, then pulls out. His all body screaming to stay there, to just fuck Jesper again. He'll be hard enough to do it soon. Still, he pulls out. It would have been too predictable, boring, and Kell hates boring in sex more than anything. He'd rather keep things uncertain. Make Jesper wonder. Is he going to fuck him, or is he just going to bring him to the very edge, and then leave there? He might. If only to watch Jesper squirm. And then he'd fuck him, but only when they both can't hold it back any more.

Kell lifts himself on his knees and elbows, so he's hovering over Jesper, leaving only a memory of touch, heat radiating off their bodies.

"And what exactly are those needs?"

He would love a good suggestion on what can he torment Jesper with. He has enough of his own ideas for torture - surprisingly many - but it's so much more enjoyable when it's a pain the other person wants.

Kell is not the first person he's had sex with in this way that was still learning about themselves and a little surprised by their need for power and aggression. That is why he has the words for it, and sometimes Jesper himself feels that exact way. He gets into moods where he wants to hold someone down and fuck them until they're only capable of screaming his name. He switches back and forth depending on who he is with, and it was easy to mirror Kell's sudden desires when he recognizes them so clearly.

His helpful explanation seems to go over well and he's genuinely glad that he could help clear it up for Kell. It can be a little intimidating to learn you desire something that ordinarily wouldn't occur to you, and then try to make sense of that in line with the rest of your personality. That is why sex in his mind is always supposed to be free. No need to feel shame, it is primal and physical and beautiful, even when it's ugly.

Kell's seemed to really settle now into it and Jesper's pleased to get such a hungry - if brief - kiss out of him, but he whines when Kell pulls out of him. Although his legs immediately move when Kell wants them to so he can, he would never force it, but he is going to prettily pout about it anyway. Jesper is being obedient too, since he could try to lean up into Kell's body to persuade him, he could try to drag him down, but he is being a good boy and letting Kell do as he wants.

He licks his own lips, stretching his long lanky body underneath Kell, kittenish and comfortable, being languid and appealing on purpose. Look at all his beautiful skin and tattoos and muscles, don't you want to touch it? But he smirks up.

"I need you to use me, pick what you enjoy the most, force me into that position, and just make me take it." Jesper lifts a hand to brush his thumb against the just bitten lip, plump and stinging. Since this is new to Kell, Jesper thinks it's best to set down some respectful ground rules. Communication is key.

"Restraining me is a hard yes, spanking is welcome, dirty talk is a favorite, you can be as rough as you like. My safe word is Fjerda, meaning if I say it I need you to stop. If you aren't sure at any point you can make it part of our play and ask if I want it that way." So he doesn't have to worry about pulling out of the sexiness, but still get confirmation when he needs it.

Power is a strange thing. Kell's life situation has been complicated enough that he both had it and hadn't. Had almost infinite power of an Antari to do with his magic whatever he wanted. Had no say about the way his life went, all decisions already made for him by people who had use for him, but not enough interest in what he thinks about all this. He was allowed opinions on things of little importance, but barred from having ones on anything that mattered. No wonder it left him confused about his own wants and needs. No wonder aggression feels only justified in very few, very specific situations. And it feels deeply wrong whenever he wants to use force for pleasure.

So it feels all the more revelatory when Jesper so calmly presents him with a completely different perspective. One that's bound only by their mutual agreement of what's acceptable and what's not. With no judgement, no condemnation of the less than savoury urges, as long as they are enthusiastically accepted by the other party. And clearly they are. It's obvious from the way Jesper whines and pouts when Kell pulls out of him, stretching underneath with clear intent to goad him right back in. So effective, he almost falls for it.

"So desperate you are for my cock" he growls.

I need you to use me, those few words leave Kell breathless, so overrun with desire that he almost falters and fucks him on the spot. It's Jesper's thumb brushing his bloody lip that lets Kell focus and refrain from ravaging him right away. It would have been such a waste. There's so much more fun to have later if he's able to hold back now.

That Jesper frames what they are doing as play suddenly causes everything to make sense. It's not that Kell is a callous person that likes making other people suffer. It's a game they play because they both like it. He can pretend to be filthy, cruel and demeaning, only because Jesper enjoys when he does it to him. It says nothing about Kell's character. It's ... freeing.

And each thing Jesper lists sends lightning shooting right into Kell's groin, leaving him fully hard by the time the other man ends speaking. He wants Jesper bound, completely at his mercy, so he can tease him, savour and feast on his body, bring him to the very edge of orgasm and only give it to him when he's an incoherent mess begging Kell to just fuck him already. And he would, he would fuck him so hard he'd have Jesper screaming his name in both orgasm and anguish. So good, it's down right painful.

With that perspective, maybe then it's not such an odd thing that Kell can completely see their roles reversed. He realizes that there can be a time when he'd like to be the one getting tied to a bed, driven crazy and fucked senseless by Jesper. Not now. Definitely not now, but it remains an enticing possibility.

Speaking of possibilities...

"How about magic?" Kell asks, his tone entirely serious.

His magic is as inseparable part of him as his fingers or mouth is. As much part of his body as his cock is. Kell had to tone down his casual magic use once he realized he's making not a small number of people uncomfortable by making it look as if it took him no effort at all. As if it was nothing. Truth is, to him, small things are really no effort. They need no recitation of spells, not even much conscious thought in most cases. They're as natural to him as breathing. Kell would like nothing more than be free with it, but mixing sex and magic requires the level of trust that must be overtly stated. That's why he needs to ask. That's why he'd fully accept a no... even he'd love to hear a yes. And he will at least attempt to be convincing. To maybe build up to why letting him use magic is a good idea. Jesper already trusts him with his body, already submitting to whatever wicked whims - within reason - Kell can come up with. He stated it very clearly. So maybe magic is not out of question...

"I would very much enjoy tying you up, and I'm sure we can get creative with what's already in this room, but it would be a lot less cumbersome if I could just do this."

With this warning, a long stretch of fabric slithers up Jesper's inner thigh, then down the back of his knee, to finally wrap around his ankle and hold it firmly in place.

"And there are other things I can do to you with it too."

Kell shifts his weight to his left arm, freeing his right just in time to spit out on his hand a smooth ice ball he's just made. Its size perfectly matching the girth of his cock. Watches Jesper's reaction intently as he rolls the freezing-cold thing down his throat, slides it between his collarbones, down his chest to tease a nipple with it until it hardens. Then lower still to his stomach and abdomen, raising goosebumps on his perfect skin.
He drags the piece of ice all the way down Jesper's shaft, rubs it against his balls, teases it against the tight ring of muscles of his entrance. Jesper is already comfortably stretched from their last round, so the ice ball easily slips in halfway. Kell pulls it out, then pushes it in a few more times. Each one a tad deeper than the previous. As if he wasn't just fucking Jesper with an ice ball, but merely testing if it will fit. At last, he drops to devour Jesper's lips in a kiss that's bound to leave them both bruised and breathless, and shoves the ice ball deep inside him, pulling his fingers out as soon as he has the thing in place, resting securely against Jesper's prostate. It's already obscene enough that he made the ice ball entirely out of his own saliva, but it's even more that he also made it saltier than it would have normally been. So it will sting a little while it finally melts. Not much. Just enough for Jesper to notice it's there, even as it slowly disappears.

"Would something like that be acceptable?"

Edited (someone please stop me from fiddling with it, i like this tag too much...) 2023-02-05 17:01 (UTC)

Jesper is glad that the 'play' part really seemed to click well in Kell's head, and he is clearly relaxing, settling into this new situation with less fear and hesitance. He doesn't mind coaxing people into this place if they want it, but it is definitely more fun when both of them are fully on the same page. He can see the change come over Kell too, see when he realizes that this can be fun and he doesn't have to question or doubt himself. He already thought Kell was sexy and gorgeous, but seeing him relax into his wants and get excited about the possibilities is deeply arousing.

By the time his list of yeses gets Kell hard, Jesper himself is already back too. They're both young, it's not difficult, but they're also excited about being in this situation of equals exploring together. "I am desperate for your cock, Kell." Jesper leans his head up and slowly licks Kell's lips. "I'm not good enough to get it yet, but you can make me suffer until I am, baby." See, it's all a fun game. The gleam in Kell's eye is mirrored in his own.

The question about magic only has his eyebrow raise. Jesper's used his own abilities during sex before, most of the time just to strip people of their clothes easier. Jesper is very relaxed, clearly trusting despite the fact they've only shared this, but he's a good judge of character. He's also never concerned for his safety, he can take care of himself.

Besides, he likes being restrained by someone else, so Kell just going for it is appealing. He purposely wriggles against the leg restraints for fun. "I don't mind at all," he purrs, proving so by using his own abilities seconds later. Jesper grips the sheet and magically it shimmers into what looks like liquid, crawling up his skin and wrapping around his wrists like vines. A moment later it snaps back into the same fabric but now it's tied his wrists to the bed, attached fully now like it has always been there. See, he's completely fine with it, Kell. He's even being helpful to expedite it.

Jesper hasn't had sex with a whole lot of magical people yet, but he's already deeply intrigued by what Kell is promising him. He is hard, gray eyes back to their bright silver in the middle of lust, watching him. He watches Kell make the ice ball and licks his own lips in anticipation of how it will feel on his skin, moments later the cold touch of it making him moan. He wriggles for real underneath the double restraints and arches his back up when it touches his nipple and goes lower.

"Fuck, yes," he murmurs as Kell brings it all the way down. This is absolutely a new experience, and those are always desperately exciting. He's never been with someone who could do this. Ice cubes may have happened, but a ball of ice thrust inside of him, completely unique. Jesper's eyes shut in pleasure as Kell starts to fuck him with it, his inner heat melting it piece by piece, but it's so good. By the time it touches his prostate he's more than wriggling, he's writhing, bucking up into Kell.

By the time he kisses him Jesper is starving again. "Put me on my hands and knees like a dog." The restraints he made are easy to unravel and redo, unless Kell just wants to hold him down. "Please, if you like it, my body is yours."

It requires tremendous effort not to give into Jesper breathless pleas, and not give him what he wants. What they both want. Watching Jesper writhe and moan while he fucks him with the ice ball gives Kell all sorts of ideas. Way too many for just one night. Now he just desperately wants to put his throbbing cock inside him. Just have his satisfaction now. But it won't be cruel enough, and cruel is what Jesper wants from him, so that's what Kell is going to give him. It's liberating, and hot, to know they both take pleasure from this torture. Still, it requires all of Kell's self-control to resist the pull of the gorgeous body writhing under him.

Kell rolls to the side with a grunt. He's barely holding up. Even watching Jesper lie, hands bound over his head, is painful. He's so beautiful, but Kell knows he can make him even more beautiful. He licks his finger then drags a wet trail down the inside of Jesper's arm, feeling the goosebumps raise up on the delicate skin heat up under his touch.

"Aren't you a sweet little plaything" he coos, circling the wet finger around Jesper's erect nipple. Saints, how much he wants to devour him when he's helpless like that.

"But you're right. Getting my cock is a privilege you must earn each time. So is being on the bed."

Kell releases the strip of fabric binding Jesper's ankle to the bed, gives his thigh a firm slap.

"On the floor," he commands. "Crawl. On your hand and knees. You don't deserve to be on the bed just yet."

As soon as Jesper obeys, Kell moves to the edge himself. He looks down, and shivers with want at the sight. Just one more thing to make the image perfect. He reaches behind him for a pillow, throws it down on the floor, then shoves Jesper's head down on it with his foot. The pressure of the push gentle but unrelenting. Kell is careful. He knows a thing or two about bodies, and only ever wants Jesper to hurt in ways he intended for him to, never by accident.

"Now you're perfect"

He keeps his foot down for a while, revelling in the feeling of complete control. It's unlike any pleasure he's ever felt. But it makes him even more aroused, and soon there's nothing on his mind but blinding lust. He takes his foot away, slides off the bed and kneels behind Jesper gripping his hips to keep him in place as he fucks him, rough and hard, until they both come.

When they do, Kell collapses on top of him with a loud cry. He doesn't pull out even when the last throngs of orgasm pass, and he's just lulled into bliss. He mouths a series of kisses on the back of Jesper's neck, delaying the inevitable moment when he'll need to move. He doesn't want to. It feels too good to stay. Even all limp and spent as he is now.

"You're such a pretty thing" he whispers into Jesper's ear. "I think I will fuck you all night."

Edited 2023-02-11 07:35 (UTC)

It has been awhile since someone really dominated him this way, and it is a deep relief. Especially considering his last few weeks, and the stress of feeling trapped on this ship. It's completely clearing his mind too, giving him nothing to think about but Kell and his body and what he's doing to it. He is grateful for this. His eyes widen when Kell tells him to get on the floor and his mouth goes dry. He grins at Kell, impressed. Not bad for a beginner at all.

"Yes, tell me how to be good." He undoes his own restraints and immediately goes onto the floor. He follows instructions well and eagerly, on his hands and knees as requested. He spreads his legs in a very blatant attempt at attention. When Kell pushes his head down he goes without question and groans loudly, the gesture of it as sexual as if he actually touched Jesper. He holds still, whining, and purposely lifts his ass, presenting it to Kell as his to take.

"Please, Kell, please, fuck me, enjoy me." He sounds so pathetic as he waits submissively under Kell's foot. It's all on purpose. He's smiling, deeply satisfied even before Kell pushes inside of him. Then Jesper is all moans and cries, the roughness of it exactly what he needs. He is passive despite liking to push back, instead letting Kell completely take control and do what he wants. He only barely gets a hand on himself, face pressed down too, so they can come together.

In the aftermath of the orgasm he is very pleased that Kell stays in him, that is what he asked the first time. He even cruelly tightens around him despite them both being sensitive. Jesper is gasping in breath, his body aching and in the type of pain he lives for. He turns his head toward Kell's mouth and steals a kiss from him. It's a little sweeter than before. They're both covered in sweat.

"You are very, very good at this for a first-timer, sweetheart." Understatement. He wouldn't have known. Jesper sighs and lies down, requiring Kell to move out of him in the process, but only so he can turn around and face him. He leans up to kiss him deeply. "Let me ride you next round." Jesper kisses his face. "Since you think I'm so pretty." He smirks and runs his fingers sharply down Kell's sweaty chest. "How many times do you think you can go? Should we set a record?" He laughs wickedly.

The sounds of Jesper's whining and begging, his not-so-futile attempts to entice Kell to fuck him sooner, it all drips the thick, deep-seated pleasure, that gathers like honey at the base of Kell's spine. It's the type of pleasure that doesn't go away with the flood of orgasm. It's the type that once it's over makes bearable being all sticky and sweaty. Usually, Kell hates being sweaty. It's gross and uncomfortable. Now, it's another mark of what they just did. A very welcomed mark. As welcome as the kiss is. Sweet, almost like a thank you. It makes Kell smile.

He doesn't stop Jesper from moving away, pulling out of him with ease. While it feels good to stay in, it is a relief to pull out too. The cool air helps with overwhelm and overstimulation. It helps him think more clearly.

Kell welcomes both the compliment and the second kiss, this one deeper, with a lot more edge than the previous one. Clear sign they're both far from finished. How many more times he can go? No idea, but he loves a good challenge. So the answer is as many as they're able before dropping out of exhaustion. It would be reasonable to stop earlier, but Kell is not here to be reasonable.

"I just do what feels right."

He has good instinct, he just needs to let himself act on it. Like right now, when he holds Jesper up after they break from their second kiss, forcing him to strain his already overworked muscles. He licks Jesper's lips then moves to follow the line of his jaw not with kisses but with small bites, barely catching the skin between his teeth, before ending on Jesper's neck and making this last one actually painful. Only then he releases him.

"An excellent idea," Kell admits, looking at Jesper's reddening skin and a clear bite mark on his neck. Now, that's beautiful. "You are pretty, but not pretty enough so I will let be lazy and just lie down as I do all the work to fuck you up."

He grabs Jesper's hand and keeps it up on his chest. The touch of those long, slender fingers is intoxicating, but he'd rather preferred them lower. Much lower.

"So I will let you ride me, and I will even let you do it on the bed."

Kell might make Jesper lie on a cold, hard floor - because he deserves this - but he's not going to accept this kind of discomfort for himself.

"The only problem I see is that I'm not particularly excited right now. So first, you'd need to take care of that."

There's a tiny voice at the back of his head, that abhors all the things he does and says, but Kell tries his best to ignore it. Jesper's reactions, his very words, are all evidence Kell needs to believe he's doing everything right. And the more he does it, the more ideas he has. The more courage to push for more intense sensations, more callous words. He might have just said he's not excited, but it's a lie. The worse he treats Jesper, the more his whole body vibrates with anticipation and want. The more Jesper begs and moans, the more Kell wants to mistreat him. Both of those things feeding off each other, making him dizzy with pleasure, even when he's not touching the other man.

Kell leaves Jesper on the floor, climbs on the bed to lie down on his back, his arms folded under his head. He waits for Jesper to join him.

"One more rule," he declares with a vicious smile. "Hands behind your back. You're not allowed to use them. I will tie them there now, so you're not tempted to cheat."

They're both utterly filthy, both in temperament and physically. Sweat, come, and blood is on them. The scratch marks he left on Kell are red and there are a few spots of blood, along with from they bit their lips. Jesper doesn't care in the least, he has no problem with being dirty, literally or functionally. He would probably lick every inch of Kell exactly like this or worse. He probably will do exactly that. Jesper didn't realize how much he needed this out of his system.

He tilts his head back to Kell has all of his neck to bite and he moans at the one that bruises. Not even a little against it. Jesper will wear the mark proudly. It's fair considering his mails were all over Kell their first round. He pouts prettily again when Kell keeps his hands from moving down, but he understands it's just a pause so they can move. While he enjoyed being fucked like an animal on the floor, in this game of theirs, Kell gets the bed. It's how it should be.

Jesper gets to his feet and winces from the ache but then smiles contently. He looks forward to adjusting to the pain of walking around after being penetrated so many times. Delightful. He crawls on top of Kell and straddles his lap, purposely putting his nice used ass right in front of Kell's cock. He obediently puts his hands behind his back so Kell can tie them, even if he could do it himself, but it's more fun if Kell does.

He already probably does make quite a sight with the bite mark, his sweaty muscular chest and lean limbs, touched in his own come from being on the floor. Jesper is the very picture of sexed up, his body loose and pleasured, smiling down at his lover. Jesper was being very clever with his positioning because after Kell ties him up, it is very easy for him to stay restrained and yet reach behind him to Kell's soft (but not for long) cock.

He doesn't have to look back to know exactly what he's doing, stroking the shaft, playing with the head, and waits until Kell starts to harden before he purposely puts his cock between his ass checks. Not inside of him, between them so Jesper can start riding slowly right away, the friction of Kell clasped between them a stroke all on its own. He looks right at Kell as he does, his gaze intense, biting his lip. He knows how to put on a show and he isn't even inside of him yet. But he will be.

Jesper moves so that it would be very easy for Kell to move into him, all he'd have to do is sit down, but he only allows the tip in. He pulls up as soon as Kell tries to push in, teasing him, taunting him. Being in this position gives him a little rein to be playful. "I like feeling you like this, hot and hard, and all mine. I already miss you being in me. Do you miss it, baby?" He rocks back against Kell's cock, giving it friction, sighing, his own hard and eager in front of him.

"I want you to watch me please you. All you have to do is make me." Jesper lifts his hips again to torment Kell's hardness but this time it would be easy for Kell to pull him down.

Kell had told Jesper that he's pretty. It's a lie. A blatant, unforgivable lie. He's not pretty, he's devastatingly beautiful. When Jesper climbs him, presenting himself for Kell's viewing pleasure in all of his naked glory, all Kell can do is stare. The view is breathtaking. He knows only one man this beautiful. Turns out, he does have a type.

He's already half-sitting, so it's only a question of leaning forward, to reach around Jesper's body to tie his hands behind his back. Kell takes his time, both because it feels good and because he wants to make it right. He could have easily restrained Jesper with magic. The way they both did the first time. But it feels more personal to do it by hand. Even if the improvised binding is pulled from the sheets by magic, the act of tying is ... an unexpected pleasure.

Like many things that have surprised him this night, Kell would never suspect to enjoy it. If asked, he'd never consider tying a person anything close to sexy. Yet here he is, lovingly wrapping a wide piece of fabric around Jesper's hands and wrists. A loop around his thumb, across the palm, then round the wrist, so that the pressure will be uniform across the whole length of it. Not too loose, so it won't slip, but not too tight, so it won't put too much pressure on the delicate nerves and blood vessels right under the skin of Jesper's wrists. Kell smiles. His teacher would have been quite surprised what Kell is using his hard-earned knowledge of anatomy for. Or he might have not. There were few things that could have surprised Tieren about human nature.

Kell leans back so he can witness the effect of his work in its full splendour. Jesper is effortlessly sexy quite on his own. Still, with a darkening bite mark on his neck, covered in signs of their previous rounds, bound hands behind his back, he's irresistible. The view alone makes Kell's limp cock twitch.

It's a surprise, a very pleasant one, that even tied, by clever wiggling himself into the right spot, Jesper is still able to reach it. Few expert strokes, and Kell is hard again. It seems they truly are going for the record. The source of friction changes, and it's Jesper's firm ass grinding against his quickly stiffening erection. They way he plays with it is maddening, letting just the very tip in, before rising his ass up when Kell jerks his hips to push more of his cock inside him. Maddening, but Kell would let him. He loves the lewd teasing, the mewling, cocky declaration of how all Kell needs to do is to make Jesper take him.

He would, but there's one thing on his mind that Kell knows is bound make it even better for both of them. Kell likes Jesper being all lewd, and clever, and cocky, but he likes to force him to obey almost as much. And now he has the best excuse to do it.
So he doesn't pull Jesper's hips down the moment he sets his hands on them. No, Kell lets Jesper linger half-way up, just the tip of his cock buried inside of him. His gaze fixed on Jesper is glazed with lust, but burning with determination... and a bit of performative disappointment.

"What did I tell you about using your hands?" Kell asks, the grip on Jesper's hips tightening for a moment, before he releases it.

"While I appreciate you being creative, I do not appreciate disobedience. You disregarded my direct command. Therefore, you need to be punished."

Kell lifts one hand up, fingers curled into a fist, so that Jesper can see it well. When he opens it, he's one silver coin poorer, but there it is, on top of his palm a silver ring. Kell slips it on Jesper's cock, and it fits perfectly, snug, not too tight, just constricting enough. He smiles, wrapping his fingers around Jesper's cock, a slow, torturous caress upward, a brush of his thumb over the tip of it; leans forward to crush Jesper's lips in a deep, hungry kiss, as he continues to pump his cock. Kell breaks their kiss only when his own lungs are burning. Only then he stops his torment, pulls Jesper's hips down to impale him fully. Kell lets out a moan. It feels so good to be in, feels even better to force it.

"You're not allowed to come until you've sufficiently made it up to me for your disobedience. Now ride me like you promised. You have yet to impress me."

The ring is not even his original idea either. He must have seen this type of jewellery a dozen times. Kell already noticed that when it comes to sex, his home country is a lot more permissive than Thorne. So a lot of him being good at what they're doing might actually come from having seen it before, just not realizing what it was at that time. Even less that he'd like to try it. Still, those are the experiences he can draw on. Even if he's not entirely aware of those memories, they are still a source of inspiration for what to say or do.

"Put on a good show, and I might yet change my mind. I'm not against being persuaded this was an honest mistake. I want to see how much you want to come from my cock. But you'd need to show me, words alone won't be enough this time."

Edited 2023-02-15 23:37 (UTC)

Kell is also devastatingly beautiful, and Jesper knows he has a type. Redheads with pure pale skin, where you can see all of it redden and flush in an instant, are right at the top of the list. It didn't start with Wylan, if anything he simply fit in the box of Jesper's attraction, and so it's not about fucking someone who reminds him of his ex. Kell is an entity all to himself, sexual and kinky, and a revelation. He likes his mismatched eyes on him, the appreciation he sees in them. He knows his teasing is working wonders and the nice snug way Kell puts the restraints on him is appreciated.

He could get them off in a second, that's part of the attraction. He keeps them on because he likes being tied up, he wants Kell to dominate him and control him. And he is absolutely breaking his command to not use his hands. Jesper is being bad on purpose and Kell can see for a few seconds the mischief in his gaze. That is part of what he told him, after all. He has to be forced to be good and punished. That mischief is replaced with actual dismay when the cock ring goes on him, but not in the bad sense, in the 'oh you just upped the ante and I didn't expect it' sense. Jesper wants to laugh, he nearly does, thinking you bastard, but instead he looks very apologetic and sad. The game, after all.

He gasps suddenly once it's on and then Kell is stroking him and Jesper moans, pushing up into his touch knowing all too well he's not going to get anywhere. He is going to be hard to the point of insanity and then Kell is going to deny him orgasm. Perfect. Even if his body is crying out for relief already. Jesper is not new to the toy, he's only a little surprised Kell knows how to use one. He's really going to have to ask the man later about his history, it's such an interesting amalgam of shyness and dirtiness.

"Please, I just wanted your cock so much, I'm sorry. I'll be good now, I promise." Jesper gasps out as his pleasure rises and then is unable to do anything more, and then Kell sheaths himself inside again. It stings more this time and that only makes Jesper pulse inside the ring. That wave of pain-pleasure hits him just right and his expression is pure bliss for a second. He looks right then like he's never experienced anything better than Kell inside of him, despite having had it several times now.

"Yes," he murmurs dreamily, looking down at Kell. "I only exist to please you. Let me show you." Jesper seats himself comfortably on top of him and wiggles, moaning as Kell brushes all against his inner walls, so deep like this when fully inside. Jesper starts slow because Kell wants a show, he rises up off him and then slides back down but he rocks back and forth on top of his cock the entire way, feeling it all the way. He squeezes around Kell every time on the way down so he gets tighter by the bottom.

"Mmm, I'm not going to be able to walk straight." Jesper starts moving faster now, rising and falling at a medium pace, his expression still that blissful mix of desire and agony. "My body is going to ache for you, to be filled by you." He's flushed and seems so decadent in how eagerly he moves now, fast and excited, his own cock unable to feel anything but agony now that he's driving hungrily on Kell. His head tips back and he groans, bouncing on top of Kell, his arms bulging like he wants to get free but can't.

"Punish me, baby, spank me, leave a handprint on me, then maybe I'll be good enough for you, I'll never disobey you again." Lies. He will always disobey if it gets him here.

If they have planned this before, Kell would have tied Jesper with a silk thread. Red, smooth, thin but strong. No, a silver one. Silver would look better against his skin. A thread so thin, you'd fear to breathe too loud lest it breaks. But it wouldn't. Silk is surprisingly strong for a thread this thin. It wouldn't have been perfect for them. For their arrangement. If they planned it before.

They didn't, and it's the part of appeal. Kell catches the mischievous glance in Jesper's eyes, and raises his heartbeat in an instant. Adding Jesper to his - very short - list of lovers makes it evident that Kell has a thing for rule-breakers. With Jesper, it's even better, because the rules being broken are his own, and it's his right to administer punishment. He hopes - dares to hope - that Jesper will give him many occasions to punish him. The very thought of it wakes up something in him. Something vile, ruthless, and awfully, obscenely lewd.

Kell's hands don't leave Jesper's cock for a longer while; teasing, tormenting. Once slow then fast. Playing with his agony. He looks so beautiful, rocking his hips up and down, swaying them back and forth, to take more of Kell in. It's obvious that Kell's cock, buried so deep inside him, does all sorts for wonderful things to him. The sight of him so completely debauched, does all sorts of wonderful things to Kell in turn. Jesper is right, he is not going to be able to walk straight. Not after what's Kell has done to him. Not after what he still plans to do to him. Kell flashes his teeth in a smile.

"Isn't that the point? You want me to destroy you. You want me to ruin you, to leave you in a puddle on the floor, all filthy and spent, writhing like an animal in heat, and you will still beg me to give you more."

For a long, excruciatingly long, moment, all he can do is stare. Jesper's long neck arched back, bobbing up and down, as he bounces on Kell's cock. His shoulders drawn backwards, arms straining against the ties, skin all flushed and glowing. Kell runs his hand all the way up Jesper's body. From his twitching cock, up his belly, chest, circling his hard nipples, higher still to his neck. He grips Jesper's jaw with force enough to bruise, if only he had squeezed more. He sits, dragging Jesper forward to meet him. His other hand falling hard, a slap loud like a thunder, on Jesper's ass just when his own cock is fully sheathed in his lover's body. Kell leans in, lips - and teeth - brush against Jesper's ear.

"You can be sure I will do it. I will ruin you. Your sweet soft lips, your little tight ass, your eager cock. I will ruin you so thoroughly, so completely, that the only thing you'll be able to do is lie, and moan, and take it. No smart retorts, no clever tricks. You won't have strength left for words when I'm finished with you. So you'd better not disobey me again."

It's a threat, and a promise, punctuated with another slap to Jesper's ass. Kell shivers on contact. He can feel the heat after each strike, even if he cannot see Jesper's perfect skin darkening. He wants, no, he needs, Jesper to give him more reasons to hit him like that. All of his bouncing on Kell's cock hasn't brought Kell so close to orgasm as those two strikes did.

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Coming out of event hell to say let's wind down to wrap on the sexathon!

excellent place to wrap uo