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