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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.

Jesper is always willing to let his lovers ask for anything from him. Kell wanting more of this is obviously going to go over well. He wouldn't mind fucking him another time, he's as good at giving as he is at taking, but for tonight this is what they both truly needed. It fed them during a time of great stress and he's very grateful. He can't worry about anything involving what is going on outside of the room. Only the two of them.

"You know exactly what I want, Kell." Destroyed, ruined, in a wonderful agony. It's definitely an extra thrill that this is all new to Kell. He's experiencing this kinkiness only because of Jesper and he finds that very sexy, bringing something dark and beautiful out in another person. And giving him the safety to follow his urges without judgment. "You're so good to me, I don't deserve it. I want to deserve it." That's what the punishment is for, so he gets what is coming for him but then gets forgiven.

The rough grab at his jaw has him moaning, pure lust flooding him, silver eyes gone dark from arousal. He goes forward with the pull and cries out loud at the first slap across his skin. Jesper's face screws up with the sheer force of it in the best possible way, that sting followed by the look of bliss. "Yes," he whimpers deep in his throat. "Yes, please, Saints, please." He already said how much he likes this and it's obvious in how he wiggles excitedly, how he breathes unsteadily and his cock is headed toward an ugly color in how hard he is.

He eagerly shoves himself back onto Kell's cock, leaning over him by the grip on his jaw, desperately seeking the feel of him filled over and over again. Jesper shivers all over, trembling. "Spank me until you come, keep going, make my ass raw and then fill it, I'm begging you." He is so intensely feeling at the moment, pain and pleasure and feeling light-headed from blood flow. It's fantastic. "Spank me until you forgive me and then let me come too, please, I just want to be yours."

He is going to come from this. Not from the heat of Jesper's sweet ass, closing eagerly around his cock, as Kell thrusts deeper. No, it's the new sensation that truly gets to him this time. How many new things they did this evening already? Nothing felt this way. Kell is in a trance, all of his senses heightened, but narrowed to the object of his focus. And all of his focus is on Jesper. Each tremble, each little, desperate exhale when he begs Kell to hit him again, each spasm of muscle.

And he does. He lets go of Jesper's jaw, so he can grip his ass with both hands. Pinches his ass cheek hard, then hits the other one. There's no regularity to his blows. Nothing that could help Jesper get used to it or predict one is coming. Yet every single of them is measured and deliberate. Kell's own breathing gets fast and shallow, but he can feel everything with such crystal clarity, it seems time itself have slowed down. The electrifying tingling of expectation when he takes a swing. The crack of a slap, when his hand makes contact with Jesper's skin. The heat radiating from the point of contact, burning under his fingers. Every single one burns a trail of pleasure through his body straight to his cock. Makes his hips jerk upwards to bury him deeper into Jesper. So he can feel it more. At sixth, Kell is panting, heated groans spilling from his lips. Eighth finally sends him over the edge with a long, cry of pleasure, shooting hot into Jesper.

Still shaking from the last waves of orgasm, Kell finds himself already fantasizing what else he could do to this beauty. His mind flooded with images of objects he had seen before but pretty much ignored at the time. Smooth wooden paddles, soft suede floggers. So this is what people were using them for. No wonder they were crafted with such care.

"You've been such a treat, pretty thing," Kell growls into Jesper's ear. "You've taken my beating beautifully. I think I can forgive you now."

His hands caress Jesper's ass, slide up to his waist, down past his hips to grip at his thighs, pinching the delicate skin. Kell moves one hand to Jesper's cock, fingers curling tight around it. Takes his time with it, groping, playing with it, slowly dragging his fingers up and down the whole shaft. When he had his fill of the torment, he reaches for the cock ring and slips it off in one, fluid motion.

"Come for me, I allow it" he commands.

Kell says the words, but he doesn't plan to leave Jesper all to himself now. This would have been unnecessary cruelty, and not of the fun kind. He is going to make it so good for him, work him up all the way to orgasm and past. Jesper gave him one unbelievably good, he deserves a similar one for himself.

All of his senses and nerves are on fire, frayed and ready to unravel, and that is what makes this so good. He feels his body tense and yet no relief comes, lasting, lingering. Jesper's mouth drops open as both of Kell's hands grip his ass and he whimpers and moans and gasps out in pain at the pinches and slaps. It is utterly humiliating how desperate he is for it, how he jerks forward against Kell's body with every smack. His flesh makes a very satisfying sound each time and he is beyond words.

He becomes nothing more than a mess, his expression agonized need, his body pushing back into Kell's cock as if he can only try to get him deeper somehow. Like it could never be deep enough. Jesper's skin burns and so do his eyes and it is glorious. He groans loudly when Kell finally comes into him, a spurt of warmth and relief, and Jesper rides on top of him harder to try and string out as much of Kell's pleasure as possible.

"Thank you." Jesper can only be relieved at the idea of getting his own relief. Denial is fun but only because it hopefully leads to a release. He sounds so grateful too, like Kell has given him the moon. "Thank you for blessing me." With all of it, but now Kell's turning the corner into focusing only on his pleasure. Jesper lets himself lean into it instead of pushing it away, the pain morphing into something beautiful and long-lasting.

He no longer rides since he prefers Kell stuffed inside of him like this as his orgasm builds. Jesper's sweaty and covered in them and yet he seems to glow the closer he gets to the edge. His head tips back and he cries out, pushing into Kell's hand until he whites out and yet another orgasm kicks him straight in the teeth. Jesper barely stays conscious and falls down onto Kell's chest, breathing raggedly.

"Saints, I've never been this surprised by someone." Jesper laughs and presses his forehead to Kell's sternum. "I am going to need longer than ten minutes for the next one." He smiles as he lifts his head, gray eyes hazy and warm. "Probably only fifteen."

Kell feels all sorts of things at the end. Most of them he cannot even name. Some of them scary, but most of them wonderful. All blur into cold exhaustion that starts setting in, then Jesper's laughter breaks it warming him right up.

"Then there's two of us. I've surprised myself."

He lifts Jesper gently, he no more pulls out as simply lets his limp cock slip out. Both of them freed, they can lie down to rest. Jesper's suggestion that they do even more stirs hunger inside of him, but its flame doesn't win with exhaustion just yet. He needs rest to let the flame grow.

"I'm afraid I might need a tad longer than fifteen."

He pats down the tangled sheets until he finds it. The silver coin turned cock ring, fishes it out from the fabric, turning it in his fingers. With a bit of magic, and a sly smile, he etches thin, spidery letters inside the silver band - property of k.m. - making sure it stays as smooth as it was regardless of the addition.

Kell takes Jesper hand, puts the ring on his palm and closes his fingers around it. Then turns it around and kisses the back of his hand before releasing it.

"I want you to keep it."

Edited (i think it deserved an addition ;)) 2023-03-10 09:03 (UTC)

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

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