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Date: 2024-01-07 01:07 am (UTC)
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[Kell soaks all the affection that Jesper showers him with. It brings him gently down from what would otherwise be a draining crash. Instead, he's softly sinking into relaxed state, the heat of his ravenous desire slowly dissipating, dissolved by Jesper's kisses and caresses. Just as Jesper pulls out and rolls to his side, Kell is already seeking contact again; setting comfortably under his arm.

He groans at the mention of what else they can do to the bed. This is no empty joke, but a real threat. Kell knows how destructively excited he can be when he gets his hands on Jesper. Hands, lips, teeth, dick. Even still sweetly curled against Jesper, Kell feels the first flash of need. Saints, how much he wants him! This man drives him the most pleasant kind of crazy. He purrs against Jesper's skin.]


Then I'm lucky that you do, because I don't.

[Kell chuckles. When he's not furious and frustrated, he finds his forever precarious financial situation ironic to the point of funny. He's grown as a prince for fucks sake! Money was never issue for him. It is so annoying he has to remember that he doesn't have near infinite means here. When he's fed with being mad he can make himself see it as hilarious. For the sheer contrast with the rest of his life.

So it's quite surprising that relying on Jesper this evening feels so hot. Being provided for is completely new for him. New and unexpectedly exciting.]


You have no idea how much it costs to publish a book. Especially, one with so much fucking in it as mine.

Speaking of fucking-- [Kell begrudgingly resigns to reality that they can't go wild as they do in Horizon. They need rest, they need break and they need sleep. But it's worth it. It always is. Kell shifts slightly so he can remain plastered against Jesper with every inch of his skin, but he can also growl a promise into his ear.] I am going to fuck you so hard, we might as well break this bed in the morning.

[This is were they differ. Kell got totally blindsided by his feelings for Jesper. For how long he tried to avoid putting a name to them while he already has been hopelessly smitten. But there are reasons for his irrational behavior. For his blindness, for his denial. Daring to love has never ended good for him. Those two times that he could not fight it.]

It was to me. [Kell closes his eyes. It's easier like that. When nothing he sees distracts him, when he feels Jesper's warmth, hears his breath, the weight of his arms around him. He feels safe.] I don't really have feelings for people. Not the good ones. I ever fell in love twice in my life before. Neither felt like what I feel for you. How I feel with you. It's sex, yes, sex is great. I have no words to describe how much I want you. There's not a moment when I don't want to drag you to some secluded place and just fuck. Saints, I cannot count how many times I was daydreaming about fucking you while I should be working or studying. But it's not all. It would have been so easy if it was just sex.

[Kell opens his eyes, staring right at Jesper.]

It's not just sex. I understand nothing of this. I don't understand why I could just sit in the room with you, not even touching, just sharing the same space, and it would already make me happy. Fuck, knowing you exist somewhere there, even when there are two countries between us, it already makes me happy. How crazy is that?

then it's a wrap :)

Date: 2024-01-19 09:43 pm (UTC)
blackeyedprince: (oh hi there)
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[Just letting himself feel things without instantly jumping to dissecting it, is always a challenge for Kell. It is significantly easier now when the heat of pleasure transforms into drowsiness. A very nice kind of drowsiness. ]

Sounds like a great plan. I like it.

[That's the last thing he says before drifting into sleep.]

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