Kell is all delirious mess under Jesper's expert tongue and fingers. Unable to form a single coherent sentence among the gasps and moans. He transforms completely when Jesper's finally goes full in in. Jesper is so cautious, dipping shallow, only moving in small, careful motions. It almost makes Kell want to tell him to hurry up and fuck him already, but Jesper is so good too him. So attentive, so careful to stretch him well, that Kell can't bring himself to complain now. It would have been so unfair. He does pout a bit, the expression quickly dissolving into blissful contentment when Jesper finally goes fully in.
Kell licks his lips watching as pleasure and need overtake Jesper when he lets himself feel them. His chest raising and falling in a laboured breath, smirk gracing his lips, lust like fire in his silver eyes. All for him, for Kell, and Kell soakes the attention like a needy, spoiled cat. He stretches, arching into Jesper when he pulls then pushes back in, matching Jesper's movements until they're perfectly synchronized.
"Yes. Just like that." he breathes out. Voice barely above whisper, low and dripping with pleasure.
Kell reaches up, lacing his fingers behind Jesper's neck to pull him down into a long, greedy kiss, parting his lips to lure him in.
"Fuck me, Jesper," Kell whispers into their kiss. "Fuck me long and hard. Fuck me until I see stars. I want to come on your cock."
Kell's body opens to him eagerly and he smiles as he gives into the greedy kiss, willing to take his time and let him enjoy being on the other end of this. It's clear that he is in no hurry on purpose, contrary to Kell's neediness, planning on thoroughly fucking him. Jesper thrusts in and out of him at a leisurely pace, smirking every time he pushes a little harder and faster until Kell can want more of it, and then he slows down instead. It's clear that he is just as confident being the dominant side of this, making Kell want it the way he's gotten Jesper to beg and plead for it.
"Stars, huh?" He grins and bites on Kell's lip hard, having played all of this sweet and understanding so far. Until he shifts his position. Jesper grips Kell's legs and maneuvers them over his shoulders again, spreading him with knees on top of either shoulder and he takes control of his body entirely. He no longer is within kissing range as he slams harder into Kell, hard enough to steal his breath, taking this angle to slide in deeper and at a faster pace.
"Saints look at you." Jesper is getting a very nice view since Kell's beautiful body is on display below him, taking everything he's giving, and he pushes his shoulders down. They might not be as flexible in real life (Jesper is) but they're in the Horizon so he smoothly pins Kell down to the bed, pressing his legs down and holding him there bent in half. "Just take it, baby, let go, let me have you." Jesper gives him those long and hard thrusts, demanding Kell's surrender as he speeds up his thrusts and rubs up against his prostate with each snap of his hips.
He is not being brutal, he is being precise. He promised to make this first time nice so all he's focused on is Kell's pleasure. Jesper presses down enough that he can kiss Kell again, pinning him there, and every push forward forces the friction between their bodies to stroke at Kell's cock, rubbing him over and over again as he moves inside of him.
Jesper pulls out of the kiss so he can breathe and also nuzzle at his ear. "I will make all of your fantasies come true, Kell. I'm going to fuck you so hard we nearly break the bed after this, but I want you to come like this, in my hands, trusting that I know how to make it good for you, sweetheart. That I'll always be good to you." It's all such pretty filth, honeyed tongue against his ear, as he keeps snapping into him. "You want it, don't you? Everything I can offer you." He nibbles on his ear, a little out of breath. "I'm going to fuck the sense out of you."
Later, when he thinks about it, Kell will marvel at the wonder of Horizon magic that lets him feel things his body has never experienced in the waking world. How was it even possible for his mind to know, to be able to translate all the sensations Jesper floods him with. So caring, kind, and expertly deliberate with everything he does.
What magic is needed for this kind of transfer that is able to create memories of new sensations for which there is nothing to base them on. Kell is used to thinking things into the ground, before he even lets himself experience them. He has quite vivid imagination. Too often imagination was the only thing he had, so he'd let it run late into some very lonely nights, fantasizing how it could be to feel to have another man inside him. The whole scenario from the very start of seduction to end with him getting ruthlessly banged into the mattress.
That's why he can be so sure Horizon doesn't just pull stuff from their memories to make up what it shows them. Having Jesper fuck him now feels nothing like whatever he imagined. Different, weirder, overwhelming to the point that he has no words for it. With practice, he might get used to it. Maybe even stay lucid, though that's doubtful with how good Jesper is with hitting him every single time in all the right places. Changing his pace, angle and position right after Kell got used to it, making him lose his mind all over again.
Kell moans when Jesper bites his lip. Sharp sting of pain shooting right through his nerves, more intense than it has the right to be. A clear line, like a needle piercing his skin, against the backdrop of all the previous sweetness. For one, fleeting moment, before Jesper moves him again, it sends Kell into a state of such intense focus, such acute awareness, that he's able to take in every single sensation he feels all at once. Pain in pleasure. Receiving it feels as good as giving it. It feeds the part of himself that only Jesper has seen. Then the moment ends. Jesper thrusts into him so hard that Kell has to fight for breath. So full of him, it feels like there's no space left for air.
"So you like what you see?" Kell purrs breathless.
He's slowly unravelling under Jesper's expert touch, letting him move him however he likes. A fleeting thought crosses Kell's mind, that it might be fun to try this position with their places reversed. There's the thing with Kell, he's never only selfishly taking. With every new thing Jesper does to him, he learns, picking up things he might want to do to Jesper in turn.
This is the moment, when unable to take a full breath with Jesper having folded him in half, his cock caught between their bodies tortured by the friction, Jesper hitting him in just the perfect spot with every thrust, crushing his lips in a kiss, Kell finally lets go. Allows himself to simply take it all in.
"I trust you," he whispers between moans and whimpers. "I want everything you want to give me. All of it."
He's so maddeningly close to coming, but doesn't want it just yet. It feels too good to be free of all thought, all worry, with Jesper taking all his focus hostage. He can't hold back either, having fully ceded all control over his body to Jesper. To be able to orgasm only when Jesper gives it to him, and surprisingly, it feels like the most natural, the most right thing. Safe, content, protected, spoiled with pleasure and attention.
Jesper never really questions the Horizon, he just rolls with it, like most things. He vaguely understands what it is, considering he can manipulate it fairly easy whenever he wants like now, but he thinks of it as a fun kind of playground for his impulses. He can gamble and shoot countless guns and fuck anyone he wants however he likes it, it's a wonderful kind of place. But he doesn't fall in love with it the way other people do, he likes to live in the real world. So that is why eventually he will look forward to having a Nocwich time with Kell, maybe get them a nice room and break his body in for real.
Kell is as beautiful in this state of abandon than he is when he's the one driving Jesper insane. He smiles at Kell at his purr. "Oh yes, my sweet boy, I like what I see." He really is a vision. Jesper knows that his strange eyes have caused him stress in his world, he explained it to him that first night they met, but he finds them gorgeous. Fascinating. "Let me show you."
Jesper doesn't even have to gesture, he can simply create. They are on his bed so he thinks it and then there is a mirror where the ceiling is. He can instantly put mirrors around them so that if Kell wants, he can see himself getting fucked, watch as Jesper slides into him balls deep, his own tight little ass flexing with each thrust. All their white and brown skin pressed together, mixed as they move. Jesper likes the idea of Kell seeing himself this way, knowing how thoroughly he's being taken. It feeds in well to his absolute trust.
Jesper's heart pounds because a promise of trust like that out loud does mean something to him. Their intimacy grows by the moment and that has always turned him on. He's never been a proper fuckboy. He likes people too much. He kisses Kell in reward for that and then moves back so Kell is not bent in half anymore, his legs still fully upward resting on Jesper's chest, but so they can both see one another clearly. And so Jesper can reach down and take Kell in hand.
"Don't look at me, look at you. I want you to see how beautiful you are when I fuck you." Jesper strokes his cock slowly, from base to tip long and thorough. He speeds up his thrusts, snapping forward sharply, but his touch on Kell's cock only speeds up when Kell sees himself. He rewards him when he follows his instructions. "Your perfect lips, fire red hair, glorious white skin, unique eyes, slender body, greedy hole just taking me in." He kisses Kell's ankle and smiles down at him.
"Come, baby, I want to feel you tighten around me, take everything I'm giving you right now, enjoy it, know that it's yours. My body is yours." Jesper knows how to make love as easily as he has sexy any number of ways. There is tenderness in his words although his body is far from tender. It picks up in a fast pace to split Kell open and his hand strokes his cock aggressively, using his precum to make him wet and slippery, squeezing as he tightens his hold and pumps him into climax.
Kell loves being called sweet and baby. There's a level of tenderness he's not really used to. Not because there were no people willing to give it to him. Because he wouldn't let them. Kell likes to think he's quite handsome, but that's all in his head. It's what he tells himself. His body tells another story. Eyes always skirting to the side, his posture, his hands, skulking, slouched, jittery. As if he always tries to melt into the shadow, knowing too well he can't. He never could back home. Always in the spotlight, always the odd one out. A chalky thin ghost with fire for hair slinking among so many statuesque men and women with soft, lush hair, skin like the most exquisite polished wood, dark and warm and rich. Full of curves and volume, when all he has are sharp angles. No matter the words he heard, he's always seen himself this way. He knew he wasn't beautiful. Interesting, original, fascinating even, but not beautiful. Forever destined to remain an oddity. Ogled for his differences with curiosity, maybe fear, but never admiration. Almost never with warmth.
So when there are suddenly mirrors all around them, Kell can't help but shrink. When Jesper asks him to look, to see how he sees him, he cannot. He doesn't want to look, he knows what he will see, keeps his eyes fixed on Jesper. And Jesper, Jesper kisses him. Kell closes his eyes, sinking into the kiss like a drowning man, hands reaching up, fingers closing, digging into Jesper's shoulders to pull him closer. Whines a wordless protest when Jesper moves away; arms falling back to the bed, eyes flying open startled and --
He sees it. Kell stares straight up into the mirror on the ceiling, and for a moment time freezes. His breath catches, eyes going wide, fingers searching to find purchase in the sheets. He drinks in the image in the mirror. Jesper's muscular back covering most of his body, every thrust of his hips sinking him into Kell all the way in. Kell can see the soles of his own feet, so white over Jesper's gorgeously brown shoulders. He sees them jerk, toes curling, every time Jesper pushes in, hitting Kell's prostate, sending lightning through his nerves.
For that very brief moment, Kell cannot connect what he sees to what he feels. It's perfectly synchronized, but his mind refuses the connection. Then the body wins and he wheezes a half-inhale, half-moan.
"Jesper..."
The strain of his spine melts away, arched back, strained muscles relaxing. Kell's head falls to the side and when his eyes meet another mirror, another moan rips from his parched lips. The side view is even better. He can see in stark detail Jesper's hand on his cock, slowly, tortuously stroking him. He sees Jesper bury himself all the way to his balls, feels the whole glorious length and girth of him filling him in, hitting his prostate as he goes in. Feels the tight ring of his own muscles constrict, as if he tried to hold Jesper in. Because he does.
Kell can't tear his eyes away. Not even when Jesper kisses his ankle. When he pours honeyed words into his ear, calls him perfect, glorious, unique.
"Fuck me, Jesper. Take me. Ruin me. Please. Give me all. Make me come."
Kell can only whisper. He's so full it feels there's no space in him for air, only for Jesper, destroying his insides, reducing him to a mewling, desperate, delirious, shivering mess. Until he falls apart completely, with a long cry of ecstasy. He doesn't know how long he floats in the state of bliss. Weightless, satisfied, and so so happy.
"Promise me one thing, Jesper." Kell can only speak when he finally recovers any mental faculties. He's smiling, content and satiated, still giddy from the pleasure that washed over his mind and body. "Promise you'd fuck me for real next time we see each other in Nocwich."
Jesper knows about Kell's insecurity, he saw it that first night they were together. He heard it when he reacted badly to attention being brought to his eyes, when Kell struggled to communicate what he wanted by imagining a handsome stranger wanted him, as if he could never imagine that. Except it happened to him. So he knows, he's seen it, and he doesn't know what home life led to this, but he's not going to let this continue without Kell seeing himself a little bit. But Jesper doesn't force him to look. He lets Kell get to it in his own time, let it happen to him sincerely.
It helps to blow his mind so he can't get lost in his uncertainty, and it does feel so good to move inside someone who can't get enough of it. Kell is needy in the way he just surrenders and it is deeply sexy. Jesper knows that they look hot like this, he doesn't need to look at the mirror, he smiles with smug satisfaction when Kell finally watches them. He can see the moment when it becomes a serious turn-on and how Kell moans louder and takes it all in. It is also a turn-on to watch Kell open up to the vision he's seeing and experience it.
Jesper comes seconds after Kell because he squeezes tightly around him exactly as he asked, making his steady control over his body unravel until he thrusts as deep as he can and fills him, groaning. He pumps Kell's cock through the orgasm and manages to get some of it on him, as he always likes, licking it off his fingers like a delicacy afterward. Jesper sighs contently as the feeling of bliss settles over him again and he is careful to let Kell's legs down from the 90 degree angle, but still keeps his knees parted so Jesper can stay inside of him.
This means he can lean back down to kiss him, sweet and with a touch of hunger to it still, but Jesper smiles at him. "I promise, sweetheart. I will take you on a nice little date and shower you with compliments." He kisses him again, nipping his lip. "And then I will fuck you until you pass out in a very nice inn room."
"Mmmm... I think I get why you like to keep me in, even after we're done"
Kell doesn't need to be more precise than that. All he has to do is to reach up, moving his hands down Jesper's body to his ass to show him what he means. Even now, when they're both slowly cooling down, surfacing from their shared bliss, it still feels good.
"Excellent, I'm already looking forward to that," he purrs between the sweet and not-so sweet kisses. "Before that, I think we still have a couple of places here where I haven't fucked you on just yet."
Kell still fully intends to make good on his earlier promise. As long as Jesper is willing. He's feeling especially adventurous now.
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Date: 2023-06-16 10:04 pm (UTC)Kell licks his lips watching as pleasure and need overtake Jesper when he lets himself feel them. His chest raising and falling in a laboured breath, smirk gracing his lips, lust like fire in his silver eyes. All for him, for Kell, and Kell soakes the attention like a needy, spoiled cat. He stretches, arching into Jesper when he pulls then pushes back in, matching Jesper's movements until they're perfectly synchronized.
"Yes. Just like that." he breathes out. Voice barely above whisper, low and dripping with pleasure.
Kell reaches up, lacing his fingers behind Jesper's neck to pull him down into a long, greedy kiss, parting his lips to lure him in.
"Fuck me, Jesper," Kell whispers into their kiss. "Fuck me long and hard. Fuck me until I see stars. I want to come on your cock."
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Date: 2023-06-23 10:52 pm (UTC)"Stars, huh?" He grins and bites on Kell's lip hard, having played all of this sweet and understanding so far. Until he shifts his position. Jesper grips Kell's legs and maneuvers them over his shoulders again, spreading him with knees on top of either shoulder and he takes control of his body entirely. He no longer is within kissing range as he slams harder into Kell, hard enough to steal his breath, taking this angle to slide in deeper and at a faster pace.
"Saints look at you." Jesper is getting a very nice view since Kell's beautiful body is on display below him, taking everything he's giving, and he pushes his shoulders down. They might not be as flexible in real life (Jesper is) but they're in the Horizon so he smoothly pins Kell down to the bed, pressing his legs down and holding him there bent in half. "Just take it, baby, let go, let me have you." Jesper gives him those long and hard thrusts, demanding Kell's surrender as he speeds up his thrusts and rubs up against his prostate with each snap of his hips.
He is not being brutal, he is being precise. He promised to make this first time nice so all he's focused on is Kell's pleasure. Jesper presses down enough that he can kiss Kell again, pinning him there, and every push forward forces the friction between their bodies to stroke at Kell's cock, rubbing him over and over again as he moves inside of him.
Jesper pulls out of the kiss so he can breathe and also nuzzle at his ear. "I will make all of your fantasies come true, Kell. I'm going to fuck you so hard we nearly break the bed after this, but I want you to come like this, in my hands, trusting that I know how to make it good for you, sweetheart. That I'll always be good to you." It's all such pretty filth, honeyed tongue against his ear, as he keeps snapping into him. "You want it, don't you? Everything I can offer you." He nibbles on his ear, a little out of breath. "I'm going to fuck the sense out of you."
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Date: 2023-06-25 01:10 pm (UTC)What magic is needed for this kind of transfer that is able to create memories of new sensations for which there is nothing to base them on. Kell is used to thinking things into the ground, before he even lets himself experience them. He has quite vivid imagination. Too often imagination was the only thing he had, so he'd let it run late into some very lonely nights, fantasizing how it could be to feel to have another man inside him. The whole scenario from the very start of seduction to end with him getting ruthlessly banged into the mattress.
That's why he can be so sure Horizon doesn't just pull stuff from their memories to make up what it shows them. Having Jesper fuck him now feels nothing like whatever he imagined. Different, weirder, overwhelming to the point that he has no words for it. With practice, he might get used to it. Maybe even stay lucid, though that's doubtful with how good Jesper is with hitting him every single time in all the right places. Changing his pace, angle and position right after Kell got used to it, making him lose his mind all over again.
Kell moans when Jesper bites his lip. Sharp sting of pain shooting right through his nerves, more intense than it has the right to be. A clear line, like a needle piercing his skin, against the backdrop of all the previous sweetness. For one, fleeting moment, before Jesper moves him again, it sends Kell into a state of such intense focus, such acute awareness, that he's able to take in every single sensation he feels all at once. Pain in pleasure. Receiving it feels as good as giving it. It feeds the part of himself that only Jesper has seen. Then the moment ends. Jesper thrusts into him so hard that Kell has to fight for breath. So full of him, it feels like there's no space left for air.
"So you like what you see?" Kell purrs breathless.
He's slowly unravelling under Jesper's expert touch, letting him move him however he likes. A fleeting thought crosses Kell's mind, that it might be fun to try this position with their places reversed. There's the thing with Kell, he's never only selfishly taking. With every new thing Jesper does to him, he learns, picking up things he might want to do to Jesper in turn.
This is the moment, when unable to take a full breath with Jesper having folded him in half, his cock caught between their bodies tortured by the friction, Jesper hitting him in just the perfect spot with every thrust, crushing his lips in a kiss, Kell finally lets go. Allows himself to simply take it all in.
"I trust you," he whispers between moans and whimpers. "I want everything you want to give me. All of it."
He's so maddeningly close to coming, but doesn't want it just yet. It feels too good to be free of all thought, all worry, with Jesper taking all his focus hostage. He can't hold back either, having fully ceded all control over his body to Jesper. To be able to orgasm only when Jesper gives it to him, and surprisingly, it feels like the most natural, the most right thing. Safe, content, protected, spoiled with pleasure and attention.
"Please, I want to feel only you."
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Date: 2023-06-27 12:08 am (UTC)Kell is as beautiful in this state of abandon than he is when he's the one driving Jesper insane. He smiles at Kell at his purr. "Oh yes, my sweet boy, I like what I see." He really is a vision. Jesper knows that his strange eyes have caused him stress in his world, he explained it to him that first night they met, but he finds them gorgeous. Fascinating. "Let me show you."
Jesper doesn't even have to gesture, he can simply create. They are on his bed so he thinks it and then there is a mirror where the ceiling is. He can instantly put mirrors around them so that if Kell wants, he can see himself getting fucked, watch as Jesper slides into him balls deep, his own tight little ass flexing with each thrust. All their white and brown skin pressed together, mixed as they move. Jesper likes the idea of Kell seeing himself this way, knowing how thoroughly he's being taken. It feeds in well to his absolute trust.
Jesper's heart pounds because a promise of trust like that out loud does mean something to him. Their intimacy grows by the moment and that has always turned him on. He's never been a proper fuckboy. He likes people too much. He kisses Kell in reward for that and then moves back so Kell is not bent in half anymore, his legs still fully upward resting on Jesper's chest, but so they can both see one another clearly. And so Jesper can reach down and take Kell in hand.
"Don't look at me, look at you. I want you to see how beautiful you are when I fuck you." Jesper strokes his cock slowly, from base to tip long and thorough. He speeds up his thrusts, snapping forward sharply, but his touch on Kell's cock only speeds up when Kell sees himself. He rewards him when he follows his instructions. "Your perfect lips, fire red hair, glorious white skin, unique eyes, slender body, greedy hole just taking me in." He kisses Kell's ankle and smiles down at him.
"Come, baby, I want to feel you tighten around me, take everything I'm giving you right now, enjoy it, know that it's yours. My body is yours." Jesper knows how to make love as easily as he has sexy any number of ways. There is tenderness in his words although his body is far from tender. It picks up in a fast pace to split Kell open and his hand strokes his cock aggressively, using his precum to make him wet and slippery, squeezing as he tightens his hold and pumps him into climax.
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Date: 2023-06-29 09:21 pm (UTC)So when there are suddenly mirrors all around them, Kell can't help but shrink. When Jesper asks him to look, to see how he sees him, he cannot. He doesn't want to look, he knows what he will see, keeps his eyes fixed on Jesper. And Jesper, Jesper kisses him. Kell closes his eyes, sinking into the kiss like a drowning man, hands reaching up, fingers closing, digging into Jesper's shoulders to pull him closer. Whines a wordless protest when Jesper moves away; arms falling back to the bed, eyes flying open startled and --
He sees it. Kell stares straight up into the mirror on the ceiling, and for a moment time freezes. His breath catches, eyes going wide, fingers searching to find purchase in the sheets. He drinks in the image in the mirror. Jesper's muscular back covering most of his body, every thrust of his hips sinking him into Kell all the way in. Kell can see the soles of his own feet, so white over Jesper's gorgeously brown shoulders. He sees them jerk, toes curling, every time Jesper pushes in, hitting Kell's prostate, sending lightning through his nerves.
For that very brief moment, Kell cannot connect what he sees to what he feels. It's perfectly synchronized, but his mind refuses the connection. Then the body wins and he wheezes a half-inhale, half-moan.
"Jesper..."
The strain of his spine melts away, arched back, strained muscles relaxing. Kell's head falls to the side and when his eyes meet another mirror, another moan rips from his parched lips. The side view is even better. He can see in stark detail Jesper's hand on his cock, slowly, tortuously stroking him. He sees Jesper bury himself all the way to his balls, feels the whole glorious length and girth of him filling him in, hitting his prostate as he goes in. Feels the tight ring of his own muscles constrict, as if he tried to hold Jesper in. Because he does.
Kell can't tear his eyes away. Not even when Jesper kisses his ankle. When he pours honeyed words into his ear, calls him perfect, glorious, unique.
"Fuck me, Jesper. Take me. Ruin me. Please. Give me all. Make me come."
Kell can only whisper. He's so full it feels there's no space in him for air, only for Jesper, destroying his insides, reducing him to a mewling, desperate, delirious, shivering mess. Until he falls apart completely, with a long cry of ecstasy. He doesn't know how long he floats in the state of bliss. Weightless, satisfied, and so so happy.
"Promise me one thing, Jesper." Kell can only speak when he finally recovers any mental faculties. He's smiling, content and satiated, still giddy from the pleasure that washed over his mind and body. "Promise you'd fuck me for real next time we see each other in Nocwich."
We can probably assume some sexathon stuff from here, maybe they can have a nocwich date!
Date: 2023-07-02 01:52 am (UTC)It helps to blow his mind so he can't get lost in his uncertainty, and it does feel so good to move inside someone who can't get enough of it. Kell is needy in the way he just surrenders and it is deeply sexy. Jesper knows that they look hot like this, he doesn't need to look at the mirror, he smiles with smug satisfaction when Kell finally watches them. He can see the moment when it becomes a serious turn-on and how Kell moans louder and takes it all in. It is also a turn-on to watch Kell open up to the vision he's seeing and experience it.
Jesper comes seconds after Kell because he squeezes tightly around him exactly as he asked, making his steady control over his body unravel until he thrusts as deep as he can and fills him, groaning. He pumps Kell's cock through the orgasm and manages to get some of it on him, as he always likes, licking it off his fingers like a delicacy afterward. Jesper sighs contently as the feeling of bliss settles over him again and he is careful to let Kell's legs down from the 90 degree angle, but still keeps his knees parted so Jesper can stay inside of him.
This means he can lean back down to kiss him, sweet and with a touch of hunger to it still, but Jesper smiles at him. "I promise, sweetheart. I will take you on a nice little date and shower you with compliments." He kisses him again, nipping his lip. "And then I will fuck you until you pass out in a very nice inn room."
yesss, let's wrap it up here, and get them a nice nocwich date :)
Date: 2023-07-03 01:41 pm (UTC)Kell doesn't need to be more precise than that. All he has to do is to reach up, moving his hands down Jesper's body to his ass to show him what he means. Even now, when they're both slowly cooling down, surfacing from their shared bliss, it still feels good.
"Excellent, I'm already looking forward to that," he purrs between the sweet and not-so sweet kisses. "Before that, I think we still have a couple of places here where I haven't fucked you on just yet."
Kell still fully intends to make good on his earlier promise. As long as Jesper is willing. He's feeling especially adventurous now.