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He moans into Kell's mouth when he kisses him and he leans up into him, hands hungrily sliding all over his body, digging into his back, tugging at his hair. He bites on his lip and he can feel Kell on the brink of orgasm already so he only spurs him on. "Come, yeah, fill me," he whispers breathlessly when they part. He doesn't care that he hasn't come yet, Jesper's positive he is going to have plenty of orgasms today.
"Mmm, quick learner." Jesper says, amused, when Kell seems to already pick up on the fact that in here they can do whatever they want. Kell can simply get hard again inside of him and keep going, like he does. It still can be mentally draining eventually, but until then, it's all about the endless thrill.
"Hold on, pause." Jesper doesn't think he needs to use his safeword because he hopes that Kell will understand he only has to use that when they're unsure of things. "Please let me switch positions." He explains quickly because he doesn't want Kell to stop, he wants him to keep going. But since he hasn't come yet, he'd really like to get Kell at a deeper angle.
He says please as a respectful acknowledgement that he is still the passive one here, Kell gets to order him around all he wants. For now that's their play. Jesper pushes him back and out of him, but only for a second so he can hurriedly turn around and lean over on the table, his legs spread and his ass high for Kell to take again. He even wiggles it at him playfully in clear invitation. Kell can see that his come is even dripping out of Jesper a little, intentionally left there to entertain him.
"Again, love, I need it. I'm only happy when you're inside me."
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It's no different with the current demand. As soon as Jesper asks him to pause, Kell complies. Whatever are Jesper plans for them, he's sure they're going to be worth slight disappointment at being told to wait. He watches Jesper slide off the table, turn around swiftly, and lean on it with his back to Kell and his pretty ass high in the air. The little wiggle he makes causes Kell to swallow hard. Saints, this man is going to ruin him. All Jesper has to do to make Kell loose him damned mind is shake that pretty ass at him. There's no single thought left after such a display, only hunger. This is Horizon so everything is intentional, down to the smallest details like the streak of come dripping out of Jesper's ass, slithering slowly down his inner thigh. Kell groans. Saints, that's hot!
"What a lovely sight you make all spread out like that for me."
He steps back in, grabs Jesper's perfect ass with both hands, his grip firm enough to bruise. Lets go only to slap him hard. Once, twice. Obscene moans rolling off his tongue as he does. As if there was any lingering doubt to how much this turns him on. As if he wasn't hard already. Then hits once more just to feel Jesper's skin heat under the palm of his hand when he strikes him.
"Now, you're ready to take it."
Kell reaches out to grab a fistful of Jesper's hair and pulls, down to get a hold of his desperately full cock. Only then he rams into him, buries himself in Jesper's ass all the way up to his balls in one, brutal strike.
His own first orgasm surprised him. Too fast, too selfish. Kell didn't get a chance to properly pay attention to Jesper's pleasure. So now, it's is all about Jesper. Kell sets the rhythm of his thrusts to match the movement of his hand on Jesper's cock. Ever so slightly correcting his angle until he can feel it in the reactions of Jesper's body underneath him that he hits the right spot each time he spears him. The pace is relentless, with barely a space to breath under the constant onslaught. It's meant to be. He wants to overwhelm Jesper with pleasure, flood his mind with it so there will be no space left for any lingering thought. No fears, no worries, no trouble. Nothing. Only Kell's cock nailing him time and time again while pounds him into the table.
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When Kell spanks him he groans so loudly people in the next domain can probably hear him. Jesper grits his teeth and wiggles his ass at him again, physically demanding more. He's glad that he introduced this into their play last time because this touch of pain when he's so hard is priceless. "Yes, give it to me, I've been good." So far he's been good at least.
The grip on his hair causes his head to jerk back and it causes a graceful dip in his back with his ass up high and his hair forcing him into that angle. Which is exactly what he wanted. He pants as Kell takes advantage of him and touches him, but he cries out when he hits his prostate head on. Jesper is a wild desperate thing after that, whimpering and pushing back into Kell's thrusts, needing more.
Kell relentlessly gives it to him and the sensation is far beyond what he can handle. He has to save his breath to suck in air between moans so he can't give his dirty talk, just pushing his cock into Kell's hand until he gets overwhelmed. He comes with a shout, oversensitive but still pushing into that touch to wring out every drop.
"Thank you, Kell." He whispers as he settles into that beautiful state of bliss and he smiles, letting Kell continue to pound him into a second release if he wants. "Honey, I could fuck you all day here, but I want you inside my cabin. You promised to desecrate all of it." He's been dreaming about that.
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"Funny that you mention it now."
Kell pulls out, not without regret, he'd rather have another round, but a vision of moving somewhere new and maybe even a bit more comfortable is enticing enough to overcome his resistance. He yanks Jesper to his feet unceremoniously, turns him around so he can lock them in a greedy kiss.
"You're so good at reading my wishes, pretty thing. I was just about to ask you to give me a tour."
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He gets it together though and kisses him again, sucking on his bottom lip and then biting it sharply. Jesper takes his hand and tugs him toward the cabin, quickly before either of them get distracted again. Their clothes can be left there or just disappeared at this point, they don't matter. Jesper uses his telekinesis to pick up the cane and whip that Kell brought with him, they probably are being used later, so he wants to keep them nearby. Such a helpful lover!
The door opens to allow them in, and it's very nice on the inside. More polished bright wood, there seems to be an endless amount of sunshine, like Jesper prefers it that way. And he does look forward to seeing Kell's body very clearly, unlike that night when it was mostly about touching. There is a television and game console, a nice couch, a music room to the side, and the bedroom. It's a simple but very cozy and pleasant sort of place.
It strangely smells a little of waffles, something light and fluffy in the air. Once he pulls Kell inside though, dropping the cane and whip to the side, he shoves him up against the closed door and gets right into his space again. He bites and kisses his way down his body, starting off their exploration of the house the right way by getting to his knees.
"I definitely don't have a gag reflex in here, you can be as rough as you want." Jesper already likes getting his face fucked until his throat is raw, but the Horizon makes it even easier and less concerned with damage. What small reserve Kell might have had to any of the sex they had in the real world doesn't have to matter in the slightest in the Horizon. He can't break Jesper's body or truly hurt him, outside of how they like.
Jesper puts a hand on him and jerks him aggressively, not wanting to waste any time until he can get him into his mouth. As soon as he's hardening again he greedily does exactly that, holding him at the base and sucking his entire length down his throat. His hands clench down on Kell's ass and tug him forward.
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Is it influence of his present company, or was he always this filthy? Just never had a good chance to express it? Kell only needs to start thinking about it for his mind to helpfully supply an image of Jesper, his hands bound high over his head, sucking his cock while being mercilessly flogged with the whip until his gorgeous, dark skin is all stained from the hits, then fucked with the whip's handle. Kell made the thing conveniently just the right shape and size in hard, polished ivory with delicate ribbing on all it's length. Warm to the touch as ivory always is. Perfect for this purpose.
He doesn't get to suggest any of it. The moment they cross the cabin's entrance Jesper's throws him at the closed door. Tongue and teeth marking his way down Kell's body as he sinks to his knees, jerks him off just enough so he can swallow him whole. Kell's reaction to that sudden, though not unexpected, attack is a string of loud moans. Saints, it feels so good. His hip buckle forward burying him deeper into Jesper's eager mouth.
"So greedy, I like that," he growls. Reaches down with both hands to find a secure grip in Jesper's hair, so he can hold his head steady while he fucks his mouth exactly as Jesper likes it, rough and merciless. He doesn't stop until he's just about to come. It's third time in such a quick succession. Truly Horizon is marvelous place.
In his barely coherent state Kell finally has an idea. How to ask Jesper if he'd like to whipped without having to drop his act to ask directly.
"You are going to swallow all I am to give you. Don't you dare to loose even a drop, or I am going to flog you so hard, you'll regret not doing better when I told you to."
All Jesper has to do if he wants to be whipped is disobey. Kell would be most comfortable if Jesper outright told him he wants it so there was no doubt about it. Or helped him find a way to ask without ruining the mood. He wants Jesper to suffer, but only in a pleasant way. He'd never want to cross the line into actual hurt.
He slowly realizes he doesn't now how to tell the difference. And it's a major issue. Safe words aside, Kell wants to know how Jesper looks and sounds when he's put through delicious anguish, and how he does when it's better for Kell to stop. Even before any safe word is used.
Because he knows what he wants to do to Jesper if he disobeys. He wants to throw him to the floor, yell at him and flog him. He has the whole scene in his mind. In vivid detail. But how can he tell if Jesper will enjoy it? They were up to such a good start outside at the table. He doesn't want to grind this all to a halt to have A Discussion. Jesper is so hot and confident that as much as he adores those qualities in him they make Kell feel his lack of experience viscerally. What they have is wicked and beautiful. He desperately doesn't want to fuck this up.
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He brought in the cane and whip very blatantly in acceptance of what Kell's darker impulses are. He's not afraid. The only concern is that Kell is so new to this, which is why he considers before his reaction to the demand. He knows that Kell is trying to ask him while making it part of their play, and normally he'd simply roll with it, but they probably should check in. No harm in that.
Jesper pulls his mouth off him and gets to his feet, getting a hand on him to jerk him slowly so he doesn't have to go blue balls immediately. He kisses Kell then, sloppy and with the taste of his own precome on his tongue, before pulling back. "I want that, love, but let's make sure we know what we want. Communication is sexy too. " He wants Kell to know that his desires are welcome but they really do have to talk for something so serious. If Kell was experienced at this he wouldn't question it, but he's an eager somewhat innocent to the kink.
He keeps Kell pinned against the door though. "Let me take care of this first, yeah? Don't want my pretty redhead to worry about coming. Choke me with your cock and come, and then we'll talk about what you want to do to me today." Jesper kisses him gently and then gets back on his knees to pull Kell forcefully by the ass back into his hungry mouth. May as well get him to finish so the third orgasm can settle nicely over him while they sit and talk over specifics.
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Again, it is Jesper who does just the right thing. Is it because he noticed Kell's reaction even before it dawned on Kell himself? Saw him go pale the moment he realized he's gone too far? Or merely has seen people fumble at this new strange thing enough times to be able to foresee what comes next and prevent the meltdown from happening? It really doesn't matter. What matters are the kisses, both the deliciously sloppy and the gentle one, that feel oddly comforting comparing to what they were just doing, and yet they're just the thing Kell needs to stop him from spiraling into full blown panic. Then there's Jesper's hungry mouth on him to free him from all thought.
"Yes. Please. I need you."
Kell doesn't care he sounds like a kicked puppy. He so desperately wants it to work, and so thoroughly doesn't know how to make it. It's all too new and too strong. He needs all the guidance he can get. Please help him.
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They're both naked as the day they were born and he lounges comfortably, putting an arm around Kell once he tugs him down. Showing him constant attention so he knows there is no negativity here and that Jesper wants him to be close. He kisses him slow and tender, a stark contrast to their intensity. There is true affection in their sex, he wants that to be clear. All of this requires trust.
"Okay sweetheart. I suspect while you've fantasized about what you want, you haven't actually done it before. Which I don't mind, I love that I'm being your guide into this level of kink. But it is incredibly important in this situation to communicate. We can enjoy more sexual talk once we get started, but first let's just get some information."
Jesper doesn't worry that it becomes less sexy because they talk about it in more direct terms first. Once they actually get involved in sex, anything they say will be inherently hot. It's not a concern. What's sexy is both of them feeling good and on the same page. That's what he wants Kell to feel here. He isn't there yet, he is still struggling to find the words. He runs his hand soothingly through Kell's red hair.
"What I was told the first time I started playing with bondage and all this was that if I can't talk about it, I shouldn't be doing it." He's hoping that explaining he went through this entire thing himself will make Kell feel better about it. Jesper was new to everything once upon a time too. And while he's always been a lot more comfortable talking about sex, it doesn't mean he just naturally knew all these things. Sexual partners have to be on the same wavelength to do this in a healthy way.
"What do you want to do?" He smiles at him. "If you want to say it sexy you can, just say it." Meaning if Kell feels better using his dominant tone to get the message across he is allowed to do that. Whatever it takes.
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Kell was always painfully aware he's the odd one out. It weren't only his mismatched eyes that singled him out. It wasn't only being the only chalk-colored kid among all those beautiful dark-skinned people. It wasn't only that in contrast to Rhy he always looked like under cooked pastry, always too thin, all bones and no muscle, always a little sick. It wasn't that the Sun did not deepen the color of his skin like it did for Rhy. It scalded him. All those things stung, but he could live with them.
It was in the way the two of them engaged with people where true differences showed up. Kell never had Rhy's effortless ease for making connections. Nor his talent for languages, or ability to always know what to say and when to make the other person feel like they've just won a tournament simply by existing in the same physical space as Rhy. He was quiet, all too serious, masking his shyness with a brooding look and perpetual scowl.
It translated to all sorts of engagements. Some of them sexual. For Rhy, flirting was as easy as breathing. For Kell, it was anything but. They were both horny teenagers, heck, that didn't change even as they grew up. But it was easier for Kell to channel all this pent up energy into magic training. Something he was rewarded for anyway. Something he liked doing. Something he knew he excelled at.
So he spent more and more time away from parties and other social occasions. Going only if forced or if Rhy dragged him. And while everyone around was having a great time, and possibly great sex, he was always the brooding presence in the background. Only getting it when the person he ended in bed with was brave enough to approach the scary Black-Eyed Prince.
Most often not even falling for him, but the idea of him. This pale, exotic, fiery-haired demon, a dangerous enigma of immense power, blessed by magic, capable of crushing them under his thumb if they slipped. Kell quite liked this persona. At least it had some kernel of truth in it. He is a being of immense power, and he likes idea of crushing people under his thumb. Metaphorically. But eventually, it was just another mirage, a mask he wore to shield himself from the world.
So whenever any of his rare dalliances ended in disappointment he told himself this was the reason. That they really didn't know him. Not his fault, not his lack experience or communication skills. But then you can't really rake up experience if all you do is scare people away. It dragged him down on those rare occasions that it was him wanting someone. A dead weight, pushing him to act more desperate. All or nothing with no center. Always a walking explosion waiting to happen, a feral creature, all spiky but starved for touch.
It's the same quiet desperation that runs him now. The want, the need to make things work with Jesper. But this time, this time it melts under Jesper's expert fingers and mouth, his understanding and comforting presence. It's so much more sexy this way.
"I didn't, haven't done anything like that before."
It's Jesper gentle guidance that makes Kell feel safe enough, accepted enough, that he can admit to his lack of experience. Own the fact that he's fumbling his way through this without knowing or understanding much. Only that prevents him from clamming up and just running away pretending nothing has happened. Then avoiding Jesper for the next few months.
Instead he looks up straight into his eyes. Those beautiful, shining, silver eyes that look as if they were made of seawater, borrowing their color from the dark, immeasurable depths, vast and open. That light up into pure moonlight whenever Jesper is turned on and close to coming. Kell could spent half an eternity just staring into them. Lost, entranced and very content in his captivity.
"I want," he starts that startles himself into a pause.
So rare were the chances when he could say those words. He was rarely allowed wants. Even rarer were the instances when he could actually get what he wanted.
"I want to have sex with you here, on the bed, on the table, against the wall. In every possible place we can use for that. I want to tie you to the bed and bring you so close to orgasm that you can taste it, and then withhold it from you. Keep it away until you beg me to give it to you. I want to find ways to torment you that will give you pleasure, right after I caused you pain. I want you to crawl on the floor begging me to fill you with my come. To scream my name when I fuck you, fast and rough. I want so many things I don't even know how to explain. Only that I want them."
Having spilled his desperate litany of need, Kell buries his face in the crook of Jesper's neck. To hide away from any judgement or ridicule into comforting rhythm of Jesper's pulse under his lips when he presses them to his skin. His scent, his warmth, soothing and comforting when he's still shaking from finally having said all that was on his mind from the first time they met.
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Because of that ease he has, he can see clearly when someone else is being held back or blocked for one reason or another. It happened their first night together when Kell abruptly seemed to shut off after a question he thought was sexy, and it alerted him to be gentler with him. Not during sex, they aren't gentle at that, but mentally and emotionally. This is someone who hasn't been handled with compassion or given the opportunity to explore themselves. He sees that now too in Kell's struggle.
He keeps trying physical ways to keep Kell grounded. A hand through his hair, down his back, always touching him, always making certain he feels connected. Kell's unique eyes were one of the first things he pointed out, but his reaction had been so negative he hasn't said a word about them since. But they are truly beautiful. Jesper caresses his cheek when he starts to explain what he wants, and he listens, gray eyes fixed on him, nodding to indicate not only that he's listening, but that he wants everything Kell is saying.
"Oh you sweet thing, come here." Jesper smiles when he hides his face into his neck and he holds him. It probably sounds insane to call him sweet after what he just confessed to, but it is sweet to him, that he's pouring out his heart. And shy about it. So cute. He adores him. Jesper kisses his hair and simply keeps his arms around him to give that comfort he may be seeking. "Thank you for being honest, Kell, and I want to give you all those things too."
He tips Kell's chin up and steals a nice long lingering kiss, not pushing it straight into passion since that's distracting, it is more of a reward. A reassurance that he is still here. He smiles at him afterward. "Since you're new to the flogger, let me make some suggestions. You can strike pretty hard on places with extra padding like when you spank me." Jesper has a nicely padded ass, basically. "Back and shoulders are fine too, no on anywhere near my cock and balls, even an experienced person could get those wrong."
It's not that it's impossible, it's more that it takes skill, and Kell is new. "Obviously you can do anything in here and it's fine, but I assume we're going to meet up in person again some day to test all this out again, so just telling you now." Especially because having more freedom in here could make someone think their blows are less serious since there's no lingering problem.
Jesper smiles and pushes Kell's shoulder and then slides smoothly on top of him. He rubs himself down against his cock, inspiring him back into hardness again. The couch in this position is nice because they can stay close enough to kiss while he rides him, and that's exactly what he plans on doing.
"Fuck me just like this first, and then we'll slip into some bondage on the bed and see where it goes from there." No need to plan it. They get to do whatever they want with their bodies.
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When Jesper mounts him and grinds his ass against him, it tears a long obscene moan from his lips. Saints, it feels so good. Kell doesn't need encouragement to grab his hips, lift him up, line his hard cock with Jesper's entrance and shove it all inside him in one, powerful thrust. He will let Jesper take over, but the first move belongs to him.
"I really like it when you ask me to fuck you."
Kell falls down on Jesper to crush his lips in a ravenous kiss, forcing his tongue into his mouth before he even has a chance to let him in. He wants to keep devouring him all the way until they both come, breaking the kiss only when their lungs scream for air. Let him set up the pace, ride him the way he wants to, as fast or slow as he wants it. But Kell is not passive either, he thrusts up when Jesper does down, slides a hand between them to squeeze and stroke his length, caress his balls.
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Jesper purposely teases him so he would pull him down and enter him again, and he groans in pleasure, sitting on him entirely. He is full to the brim with Kell and he loves it. He returns the wild kiss and sets an even wilder pace. He is fast and thorough, every time he comes down filling himself to the hilt, with an occasional shallow thrust down to squeeze around his head on purpose.
His hand dives into Kell's red hair and jerks his head back. He rides him harder and holds his head there so he can descend onto his neck, biting hard, sucking marks into his skin. He feels the tension in himself as the pleasure rises, nuzzling his nose into Kell's ear. "Fuck me," he whispers, filthy and low. "I've kept all your come in me. Didn't think it away. I want to be stuffed full." Jesper smiles, every word like honey as his body continues to move against him.
His breath hitches as his riding pushes his cock into Kell's hand over and over, biting his earlobe. "This time I want you all over me." Jesper abruptly pulls off Kell, no doubt to his disappointment, but he doesn't waste time before leaning back and aiming Kell's cock right at his dark slender body. He strokes them both through it quickly and efficiently. "Make me filthy." He plans on coming with Kell this time so he can really get dirty with both of them stained on him.
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A steady stream of loud moans and gasps flows from Kell's lips unhindered in response to the relentless assault on his neck. Every time Jesper sinks his teeth into his skin, Kell thrust his hips up with a cry of pleasure. Falling back on the couch when Jesper makes himself lift, only to impale himself even deeper when he goes down again.
"Rude," Kell growls when Jesper suddenly pulls off instead of taking him in like he did. His hands move over Jesper's hips, fingers dig into the flesh. He grips hard, but it's as much to cause pain, as to support Jesper when he leans back and takes them both in his skilled hands. Safe in the knowledge that even inundated with pleasure as he's, Kell will keep them steady.
"I am going to punish you so bad for it later, but first..." Kell shivers. One move and he's going to erupt all over them both., but he doesn't want it. Not yet. He want to them to come together. Jesper's expert fingers make breathing, let alone speaking hard. They make many things very, very hard. Kell laughs, a dark, cruel laughter. This is beautiful.
"I am going to make you so filthy. I know you like it, dirty little thing. I know you want me to cover you whole in my come. But worry not, I'm generous, I am going to drench you in it."
He barely gets to end his threat promise when all of Jesper's hard work pays off and it goes just like he said. It's Horizon so delirious with pleasure crushing into him like a great wave, Kell still retains some control over how much he shoots all over both of them, and when. They do get to come together just like he wanted. Kell feels Jesper's orgasm shake his slender body, mirrored by his own. For a brief moment, all else seems to cease to exist. There are only them and their shared ecstasy. Kell come out of it all heaving breaths and trembling limbs, like a diver coming up for air. Moans, lust stoking heat in him all anew, when he sees what state he left Jesper in. Leans forward with a groan, pressing his cheek to Jesper's chest, his gorgeous dark skin all sweaty and sticky, smearing their come all over him.
"Unbelievable how delicious you look debauched like that," Kell purrs. "I need to do this to you more often."
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Kell is practically glowing under the support of someone allowing him to dig deep into himself and enjoy the darkness. He is coming out of his shell and it is beautiful to watch. He laughs when Kell calls him rude, laughing even in the midst of their darkness because there are no rules, it never has to be all one thing or all the other. He can be tender while being rough because anything goes when you're with a partner you can trust.
"That's right, sweetheart, give me all that you've got." Jesper prepares himself for it and he is not disappointed as Kell covers them both with it, his own skin damp now with it. The orgasm is fantastic but the lasting feeling of being dirty like this makes him just as continuously pleased. He smiles when Kell leans into him like that. He really is going all in now that he's been given permission to follow his whims and desires.
Jesper pulls Kell's head back and licks the side of his face where he's gotten himself sticky with their come. He licks all of it up like it is a fantastic meal and kisses his cheek afterward. Something dirty, something sweet. "Baby you can do it any time you want. We may need to make sure to have a lot of damp towels around if it's in person though." They'll have to take a lot of extra steps when in person because of how much more of a headache this stuff can be, but it's all worth it in the end. And they'll always have here.
He kisses Kell again, the taste of both of them on his tongue, and he presses in close to him so Kell can feel the wetness dripping on him as he wants. Afterward he stands up though, purposely unsteady on his feet because he makes himself feel the ache of being fucked thoroughly multiple times. He winks at Kell and moves over to the bed just as he promised, waving a hand and multiple types of ties show up. Some silky fabric to tie up, handcuffs both fuzzy and normal, they both know they can also create it using their magic. He has a spreader on there too in case it appeals to lock him up in more than one way.
He drops himself back on the bed and very purposely stretches out on it, his long limbs on full display, that pretty skin of his still damp with come, knowing how debauched and sexy he looks this way. "I want you to do horrible things to me, Kell, come on." Jesper knows how to get this started by deliberately provoking Kell, reaching down to start stroking himself, as if he doesn't need him.
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Kell wants to do to him everything they did on their first night, and more. He soaks Jesper's laughter, shivers when Jesper licks his face clean then kisses his cheek. There's something irresistibly scandalous in the contradiction in his actions and Kell loves it. He wants more of it. The sweet, the sensual, the utterly defiled. The promise makes him laugh in turn.
"I think that can be arranged."
Horizon is all great, with endless possibilities, but Kell would love to repeat it in person, if only to feel the difference if there's any.In the waking world, as he tends to call it. That's something to remember for later time. He can't get distracted from what's in front of him by thinking about future, when the present is such a feast for the eyes. Not only the eyes. Kell licks his lips, bites his lower lip, watching Jesper stroll to the bed a little wobbly on his feet. As if he was adjusting for the discomfort of having been fucked so hard, so many times. The display only makes Kell want to fuck him more. Which is, quite obviously, the intended effect. Whatever Jesper wants of him, he never fails to achieve it. It might seem as if Kell was the one charge, but it still is Jesper holding the reigns. Which makes sense given he's the one with skill and experience here.
The way he walks, the way he spreads himself on the bed like a marvelous buffet, ready for Kell to devour. All this is intentional, and it's so damned effective that Kell almost misses the various implements that Jesper magics into existence for them to play with.
"Oh, I will. Don't you worry. I am planning to utterly ruin you."
Kell moves to the bed. He crawls all over Jesper on his hands and knees so he can hover over him. One move and he would crush him into the matress. So close and yet. He swats at Jesper's wrist, gently almost playfully, careful not to strike his cock. There was a clear no there and Kell remembers it well. He wants it to be in perfect condition for what he plans for Jesper. Full, wanting and untouched.
"Don't." he warns with a lewd smile. "This is my toy to play with. Besides I have better use for your hands."
He might have paid more attention to Jesper's naked body than all the implements Jesper materialized on the bed, but it doesn't matter he failed to notice them completely. There's a pair of handcuffs that would look especially pretty locked on Jesper's wrists. Like jewellery. A very special jewellery. Kell realizes he likes his instruments of torment to be pretty shining things. A ring, a pair of bracelets. Jesper is already gorgeous, he needs no adornment, but streaks of silver look so good against his dark skin Kell can't resist putting something like that on him.
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He looks at Kell as he seductively moves to the bed, smiling as he sees his own purposely appealing posture worked immediately. Jesper is walking temptation, but he likes seeing Kell's face as he is instantly seduced, and the hunger in his eyes. "You are so beautiful," he tells him sincerely. A genuine compliment within a debauched situation, but Jesper always walks lines between pure sex and romanticism. And he never worries about it. He does what he wants, how he feels. He's a creature of sensation and impulse.
Jesper follows his command and immediately gets hard from the implication of putting restraints on him. Kell already knew that he liked it, but he's excited to have something more formal. He licks his lips and puts his arms up over his head, his wrists presented to Kell in a submissive pose for him to use what he wants. He does look very good in silver. He can handcuff his hands together or to the bed itself, there are obvious places he can. This is Jesper's room and bed, obviously he'd create them in a way that kink would be encouraged.
"Please, baby. Do you want me to turn on my front? Just move me where you want me, I'll do anything for you." He can cuff his hands at his back and flog him from there if he wants. Now that they've talked Jesper feels confident that Kell can freely choose as he wants and get out his desires. He knows he has power over Jesper but that Jesper will stop things if he wants to at any time. There is trust here in this bed even if they do not entirely know one another outside of it. Some day maybe they will.
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"How nice of you to offer such helpful suggestions, but do not think I forgot how rude you were before."
It doesn't take much to reach for the handcuffs, close them on Jesper's wrists, and attach the chain to the secure spot over his head then leans away to admire his work.
"You look so pretty with those bracelets on."
There's one more thing to do to make it perfect. Kell catches the key for handcuffs, still in the lock, with his teeth pulling it out, then moves up to drop it into Jesper's hand, closing his fingers over the metal. He bites his wrist lightly to make a point.
"Hold on to this. Just don't try to unlock yourself."
This is fully intentional temptation. Kell will always give Jesper occasions to misbehave only so he can punish him. It feels so weird that he makes up those rules only so Jesper can break them. He wants Jesper to break them so he could then punish him for those imaginary transgressions. It does make him wonder if Jesper enjoys it at least as much he does.
"Turn around. On your knees, ass high."
It demands some creative wiggling on Jesper's part, now that he's chained to the headboard, but they're both young, agile and in a place that makes even more implausible physical feats possible. Kell doesn't have to wait long for Jesper to follow his command.
The sight almost makes him change his mind. Jeper's bare back, the line of his spine drawing Kell's gaze down to his ass now on full display. The urge to grab Jesper by his hips and just ram into him wells up, threatening to override whatever devious plan Kell had had before. He swallows hard, short of fully giving into the temptation, moves to kneel behind Jesper dragging his hands down Jesper's sides to grope his ass and press his own hardness against Jesper's all too inviting hole. He can't help but let a small moan slip.
"I could take you right now, but it would be a reward for your misbehavior not a punishment."
Saints, it's impossible how much he wants to do just that...
It won't be a long wait this time. Deprivation is fun, but tonight Kell wants to overwhelm both of them. Flood their minds with sensations so intense there will no place left for the memories of the horrors he's so desperately trying to run from. Jesper surely has a share of his own. Kell needed one look at him at the execution to know exactly that. And Horizon is the perfect place to forget. It's all in their heads, yes, but that's exactly the point. A different kind of healing can take place here. Such, that would not be possible anywhere outside of it. Not without causing a damage of its own.
Most often relief from pain is enough for healing of the body to start, but pain can also be a point of focus for a troubled mind. It's something Kell just starts to discover. Theirs have been very troubled lately. Kell's even more troubled after the execution that, in part, was supposed to work as reassurance, but ended only shattering his sense of safety further. Shaking what little control he was able to rebuild after returning to Thorne.
Kell calls for the flogger and it falls into his hand as naturally as if it was made for it. He starts to caress to Jesper's thighs and ass with soft, suede strands. Takes his time to fully get a feel how it is to handle this particular instrument of pain and pleasure. Only when he feels secure in his grip and control over it, is when he slides back allowing himself enough space to move. The strands are soft to the touch, but when swung they land on Jesper's thigh with a satisfying thwack, darkening the skin where it hit. Whatever was his plan, at the fourth lash Kell is all done. His mouth is parched, eyes wide, heart thumping, gasping for air like a drowning man. He's shivering, every nerve on fire, both dizzy with never before experienced type of pleasure and acutely aware of every single detail. Sight, sound, scent. Mad and blinded with lust.
He drops the flogger, crawls forward, then fucks into Jesper until they're both spent and panting, doesn't pull out even after that. Kell knows Jesper likes to be stuffed full long after the orgasm has rolled over both of them. That, and it would require him to move. He can't. Not before he calms his breath and gets his heart from trying to break free from his chest.
"How are you so irresistible..." he whispers, lips pressed to the back of Jesper's neck. "The more I fuck you, the more I end wanting to fuck you again."
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He takes the key and plans on using it eventually to be a bad boy, as they both know is necessary eventually, but this time around he is happy to be at Kell's mercy and do what he wants. Jesper smirks when Kell says he could take him but it wouldn't be a punishment, and he knows how tempted he is anyway, with Jesper looking like that. He probably could push him by begging and shaking his ass at him just right, but Kell wanted to try the flogger and he said he could.
He sucks in a breath when he first feels the suede touch of the flogger and he shivers all over, the gentle touch of it all the more enticing when he knows it will turn harsh soon. The first whack has the breath knock out of him and Jesper cries out only for it to turn into a desperate moan. The pain is exquisite and distracting and he hardens to the point of agony too. The skin bruises because he wants it to, the sting settling onto his skin. "Yes, Kell, punish me, make me be good."
He manages to get that out before Kell hits him again and by the fourth one he is a mess too, gasping, his heart racing, precum spread out on the bed as he jerks forward and gets only more turned on. Jesper can't form the words to beg and then Kell is thrusting harshly inside of him and he is only noises and pleasure then. He can't say yes or Kell's name he can only whimper and push back into the agonized need. He comes faster than Kell, tightening around him when he does.
Jesper sighs, the agony of the flogging and sex so perfectly transitioning into a sense of true peace. He hums happily when Kell stays inside of him, he's learning. His hands are still handcuffed to the bed so all he can do is drop his head back to give Kell access to his neck, a silent request for it.
"Because you've wanted this your whole life, Kell, you just didn't know it." This desire has been dug down deep in Kell's subconscious so he couldn't acknowledge it, the embarrassment or shame forced on him. He's been bereft of this relief that he's needed. "Stay in me." Jesper moves off his knees to simply lie down on the bed this way, stretched out again, the marks on his body visible to Kell now.
"Lie down on me, I want to feel your weight pressing me." Jesper enjoys the idea of really being pinned down and fucked into the mattress, but he has another idea to go with that. "And then I want you to fuck me sweet and slow, baby, can you do that? There are many ways to use a body." And sometimes that includes affection.
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"Maybe I did know."
There's no embarrassment or shame to fend off. Not in the usual sense. Just a wounded pride, a misplaced sense of his own superiority, jealousy, and a whole lot of anger. His is a culture very permissive in matters of sex. Kell had realized quickly that Thorne is a lot less so. He had to hold his tongue on numerous occasions.
Back home, he hated it. The ease of connection others seemed to have. That he was lacking. That he thought he would never have. That was, for the most part, too dangerous for him. Too frightening to others. He told himself he doesn't need it. That he's better. He's Antari. He's destined for greater things than freely fucking at parties. He's not like them. There has ever been only a single person spared his condemnation. The same one as always.
It didn't mean Kell went fully celibate back home. He was a living, breathing human after all. Quite horny as teenager. But he never allowed himself to be so open as he is with Jesper. For many reasons, not only his stupid pride, but it did not help. It only made him sadder, and angrier.
He's none of it now. He is satisfied, relaxed... who know maybe even happy.
"How dare you read my mind again," Kell laughs, playfully nibbling at Jesper's ear. "You have such a breathtaking beauty, Jesper. I hope people tell you this all the time. They should. You deserve to be adored and cherished. I want to savor you as much as I want to ruin you."
This is only their second meeting, but Kell wants Jesper to truly feel him. Each caress, each kiss. There's desire, yes, but it's no longer only lust... He doesn't know what it is, and in all honesty, he doesn't want to put a name on it. To limit, to fence off this wonderful feeling with words and definitions feels like a crime. A betrayal of the fragile thing that by some unbelievable cosmic coincidence was allowed to exist. It doesn't help that he's very bad at even recognizing his own emotions, let alone naming them. As long as it's not anger, he's lost. He desperately doesn't want to lose this one.
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He laughs at the nibbling on his ear and sneaks a leg underneath Kell's, using his foot to rub against his ankle as a caress since his hands can't. "They do tell me it all the time, love, but please don't think that means I like to hear it any less." Jesper is like a purring cat when complimented and worn through from sex. "Mmm, let me turn around, actually. You don't need to get out, I'll make it easy." By that he means this is the Horizon, it's nebulous. He can turn, his hands still handcuffed, and turn to face Kell stuffed full of him.
This is so he can lean up and kiss him for real. Not the starving eagerness from outside or every passionate embrace since. This is slow and sweet because Jesper has sex in every way. Graphic, aggressive, romantic. There is no only one way when it comes to him. He kisses Kell like it's the first time, curling a leg around his waist, pressing up toward him, happy to be covered.
"You are beautiful too, Kell." Jesper smiles up at him, nuzzling his nose affectionately. "I'd love to be inside of you some time, if you'd like it." It's not that he doesn't love this. He is literally doing everything he can to have Kell inside of him and stay there. His thirst is unquenched, permanently. But he is so pretty. Jesper is a true switch in every way. He puts no limits on the things he enjoys. "I know you'd be breathtaking on my cock." He nibbles at his jawline.
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"Mhhmm...I think it will feel fantastic to have you inside me."
With Kell stuffed in him as deep as he possibly could, Jesper is in the best spot to realize, in real time, what Kell thinks of his proposition, to feel him harden just as he utters it.
In clear contrast to almost everything they did up to this point, this is the one thing that Kell knew that he wanted from the very start. He got distracted by all the new and wonderful things, but it doesn't mean the desire for it went away. From the moment their eyes met at the banquet, Kell wanted Jesper to nail him against a wall, or bed, or literally anywhere, and fuck him unconscious. There's no denying that he's very happy with what he's already got. The needs he barely suspected he had, all of them deliciously fulfilled but this one.
"Would you like to try it now?"
It's a gamble, Kell has to break through years of conditioning to be even able to ask this question. To admit to his desire. There is politics in fucking and being fucked when you're royalty. Even if you're royalty in name only. There's even more politics involved when you're supposed to be the power behind the throne, feared and revered. No matter how much he wanted, Kell couldn't risk even a potential loss to his reputation by letting someone of a lower station fuck him into the mattress. It remained unattainable fantasy.
Here? With Jesper? In a place that barely notices his existence? There's no politics to think of, and no fear to stop him from asking.
"But I will need you to be gentle, I've never had anyone do this to me before. I only ever did this to other people," he admits then adds with a wicked smile. "Once we're done with the first time, I might want you to stop being so gentle."
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"Your first, well I am very honored." Jesper is utterly sincere when he says that. He is a fantastic person for someone to have as a first time because his confidence and kindness are endless. He flicks out his wrists and the handcuffs fall off them since this is about to change. "You're going to have to let me open you the old-fashioned way then, so you get used to it. It'll still be your first time when I nail you in person." So he'll have to be gentle and get him comfortable both times, and they might as well practice now.
Jesper reaches up to grip Kell by the ass and squeezes playfully, before turning them over in one very graceful movement. Reluctantly he has to let Kell out of him if they are going to do this. He leans back in to kiss Kell with that same loving lingering way, pressing his lips to his neck, much slower now that he has the opportunity. Their sex has always been intense, but they've just gotten a few rounds out of their system, and this is Kell's first time even if it's in a dream world. Jesper wants it to be nice.
"Your skin is so soft." Jesper nuzzles the dip in his throat and nibbles at his clavicle. "I wanted to get on my knees under the table that first night, you were gorgeous." He is talking now because once his mouth actually gets busy, he won't be able to tell Kell all these true compliments that fall like honey from his tongue right then. His lips move down Kell's torso but he doesn't go fast to his prize, he lingers on his nipples, biting the tight points, sucking hard on each of them.
"I did think about pushing you up against a wall on the deck and fucking you there, but now that I know it's your first, I'm glad I didn't try." Jesper had something on him to smooth the way and he is clearly confident enough in himself to think that Kell would have been so swept away in lust with a stranger that he might have let him. Jesper likes almost getting caught, it's one of his kinks. And he can be very persuasive.
He smiles into Kell's skin as he continues down and sighs, nuzzling his hard flesh, licking all the way from base to tip. "Spread your legs for me, baby, and tell me how you imagined me fucking you." Jesper doesn't take him into his mouth, he plans on tormenting him a little as his fingers do the actual work of playing with his hole, running a wet finger along the rim and only pushing half a finger in at first.
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"And I'm lucky. I get to have my first time with you twice."
He laughs when Jesper flips them again with effortless ease. Closes his eyes to let himself sink into their kiss with no restraint. He likes the heat of their more passionate rounds, but he likes this too. It's a different type of pleasure. Maybe less crazy, a lot less intense, but it's wonderful on its own terms.
It still feels like a dream to even have it at all. Kell would have never believed his angry defiance on the ship could ever end with something so beautiful like this. He has been very drunk that evening, but it was more his rage than booze that pushed to him to decide to just drop all pretense, ignore all the rules and any reservations he might. They brought them on this stupid sea voyage against their will, as fucking trophies, not more than status symbol to show off? Very well. They will get what they wished for. Kell decided he's going to take the pleasure trip very literally, but his concept of fun usually amounted to getting immorally plastered. Definitely he did not expect to end in bed with a handsome stranger having absolutely mind-blowing sex until morning.
It has been a perfect storm of circumstance and convenience.
"You were utterly irresistible," Kell responds to the compliment with one of his own arching into Jesper's touch. His lips, his breath hot against Kell's skin, the sweet torment of Jesper's teeth on his nipples, sending shivers down his spine. "You still are."
Kell's breath quickens into short inhales, followed by equally desperate exhales dissolving into moans as Jesper plays with his hole, teasing his now painfully hard cock. Then Jesper breaches the ring of tight muscle to sink his first finger in and Kell clenches purely on reflex. It feels weird, but a good type of weird and he wants more of it.
"I don't know if you'll be believe me if I say I'm not usually like that. I was fine the moment I sat at that table." Kell's reply comes in short, broken bursts punctuated by gasps and moans whenever Jesper moves his finger inside him. "Then you smiled at me, and I cannot for the love of Saints recall what we were talking about, the words are just blur in my memory. I do remember I had that one obsessive thought rattling around my skull. I had no idea how to make it happen, I didn't even know your name then, but all I could think of was that I need you to throw me at the nearest wall and fuck me senseless. A bed would be nice, but if we won't be able to find one I couldn't care less."
Kell's lust is more often a long simmering flame, not such an explosive flash fire. It helped to find the subject of his desire eager and wanting to get to the point immediately. It helped that he was too drunk to stop himself from leaning into Jesper's effortless flirt. That he didn't overthink his replies into oblivion.
"I'm glad we tried something else first. It would have been such a waste to rush it. Do it to me slowly, Jesper. I want to take you all in. I want you to fill me whole."
It's quite the improvement that he's even able to say such things. Even if that's still way too many words. Not all of them needed. Not all of them actually sexy. At least he doesn't trip over the cheesiness and awkwardness of it all. Doesn't stop to correct himself in flight. Just lets them flow. Kell is a fast learner, but needs someone to drag him out of his head and make him try things. Jesper is a master of both.
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Jesper never likes only one vibe in a relationship. It's why he can go from roughly fucking someone to kissing gently, he's fluid in all ways, in all moods. Kell is clearly enjoying their shift from intense to sweet and he is content to teach him how easy all of this can be if he just lets himself relax and enjoy it. He smiles against Kell's skin the more he talks; he finds all his words lovely. Whether they're needed or not doesn't matter.
"I like hearing you talk, love. It's sexy to know how you feel and what you want." This is Jesper's gentle way of encouraging him to keep putting himself out there because he accepts all of it every time. He desires it, he enjoys it. "Here." Jesper pulls down a pillow and puts it underneath Kell's ass so he can lift him a little more, and not only so their love making will be easier. He has mischief still up his sleeve. His fingers are instantly slick and warm as he adds a second one but he kisses Kell's balls and then goes lower. He encourages Kell's legs to move over his shoulders for now and uses his fingers to spread him.
This is so Jesper can tease his opening with his tongue, intentionally curling it all along the outside to get him anticipating it, and then licks inside of him. Jesper has an extraordinary tongue which Kell already knows but he makes it a little longer since they're in the Horizon and he can do what he wants, letting his tongue get deeper and stroke his inner walls.
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We can probably assume some sexathon stuff from here, maybe they can have a nocwich date!
yesss, let's wrap it up here, and get them a nice nocwich date :)