Their relationship has evolved over the centuries, but its core is immutable. They care about each other deeply, as friends, as lovers, as two people whose lives have intertwined. Between them, sex is a comfortable space they can come back to, a shared adventure, a form of conversation.
Where Jesper leads, Wilhelm follows. Laughing like they're still the teenagers they were when they first met, he lets him pull him into the shade of the tree. As his clothes fall off, he shivers in anticipation, head lolling, secret smile curving his lips. He crashes into the kiss, tongue tracing Jesper's perfect pout.
"It makes me feel horny," he laughs. With Jesper naked and wrapped around him, it's impossible not to touch him all over, and Wilhelm helps himself to his lean thighs, a handful of his ass. He curls his fingers in Jesper's mouth, taken in by the hollowing of his cheeks. After all this time, Jesper still has the power to render him speechless.
But not for long, not yet. He smiles into another kiss, sweetness edged with hunger.
"Bend over first. But don't stop looking at me, Jes."
Sometimes Jesper does feel like they're teenagers again, laughing and horny and touching like they can't get enough of each other. That's the sign of an eternal type of chemistry, when centuries later it can still sweep them up into it. He sucks on Wilhelm's fingers with all the eagerness he can muster but releases him to sink into a new kiss.
He turns around and puts his hands on the tree trunk, bending over pretty low so Wilhelm can get a really nice look at his offered ass that's his for the taking. He puts his feet a little apart so he's more open to whatever Wilhelm wants to do. "You could just slip right in if you wanted to." A wiggle of his ass playfully at Wilhelm. He knows he's going to get what he wants but sometimes he can be so impatient for it. It's a thrill every time, he never gets tired of it.
But he did listen to Wilhelm's request and looks over his shoulder at him, gray eyes fixed on Wilhelm's face. He can see Jesper's smirk and warm gaze underneath curly dark hair. The bronze dusting of his muscular body on full display for his lover. "My pretty, perfect Wille. I'd do anything you asked of me."
As Jesper turns and poses himself against the tree, Wilhelm's hands stay on him, draping his hip, snaking around his waist to trace the jutting bone. He grants a playful little spank when Jesper wiggles his ass at him. He drags the weight of his gaze over his body and drinks him in. After all this time, he's still awestruck.
"Can you be patient for me, my love?" The question hums low in his throat, husky and honeyed.
Bringing his spit-slicked fingers to Jesper's entrance, he glides over the tight muscle without inserting himself yet. With desire heating his blood and hazing his brain, a part of him wants nothing more than to slide into Jesper and fuck him silly against the tree. But he knows how sweet it is to prolong this rush, to balance on the edge of release until the last possible second — and then plunge all at once into something fuller, deeper, breath-stealing.
So pulling Jesper's hips toward him, Wilhelm nestles his shaft against the cleft of his ass and thrusts into a slow rhythm. His cock, like his fingers before, glides over Jesper's entrance to tease him with friction.
"No," Jesper whines at him pathetically. He hates being patient! But he's smiling still because he is feeding into Wilhelm's ego on purpose, letting him know how desperate he is for his cock that being patient sounds terrible. He lets the smile fade away to give him a pretty pout instead, jutting out his bottom lip as silver eyes stay on his face. "Why would you make me wait when you could have this sweet ass now?"
Jesper does nothing to actually get what he wants though, he's taunting to make them both happy. He sighs pleasantly when he feels Wilhelm's fingers at his entrance, excited to get them inside of him, except nothing happens. Jesper is almost permanently ready, he's incredibly easy to open up and slide inside. Preparation almost becomes pointless when it's a part of his identity.
Jesper groans out loud when Wille further torments him by putting his cock against where it should be, but tortures him instead of pushing in. "Oh you teasing bastard." That was downright cruel. He reaches back with his hands, unbalanced against the tree for a moment, to grip his cheeks and pull them apart, giving him such an open invitation there is no doubt what he wants. It makes it more difficult to slide between them for the friction though, giving him less to rub against, and a little bit of a trick.
"Wille, darling, please, look how much I need you." He's hard and his tip is wet, offering himself helplessly. Jesper could be more aggressive but he's playing the part of the desperate bottom, willing to do whatever it took to get fucked.
Wilhelm bites his lip as a grin breaks across his face. It's a game they play, Jesper throwing himself headlong into his impatience, trying to pull him in with him, and Wilhelm pretending he has the patience to resist. He lets Jesper get away with it for a moment, hitching his hips so that the head of his cock comes to rest against Jesper's hole.
But he still won't push in, and he grabs Jesper's hands to pin them against the tree. Rough enough to jolt him with excitement, gentle enough to avoid scraping his palms on the bark. The movement forces him flush against Jesper's spine, sweat and anticipation sticking them together.
"Be good," Wilhelm murmurs, brushing his shoulder blade with kisses. Messy, wet, hot with his breath. Slowly, he pushes his hips to keep teasing Jesper with the hard heat of his cock. A groan melts from his mouth against Jesper's bronzed skin as his desire burns hotter.
Jesper's breath catches when he feels Wilhelm at his entrance and he settles in anticipation for him to push inside. He waits a few excruciating seconds before realizing he's going to still be difficult. "Damn you." He swears under his breath but he doesn't push back to take the cock in purposely. It would be very easy. He could if he wanted to, but this is more about Wille deciding when and how. So he plays the game obediently.
He allows him to pin his hands too, doing as he's asking by gripping the bark instead of putting his fingers all over him. All of Jesper's actions speak to how good he's being, but he nods anyway to Wilhelm's question. "Yes, please, I'm being so good for you, can't you see?" It's not easy when Wilhelm is pressed up against him like that and he loves the mess, he loves the sweat. He moans and grips the tree, it turning into smoother wood underneath his fingertips, his powers coming out.
"Baby, please, Wille, I'll do anything." The music nearby seems to pick up as energy suffuses through the air, and dancing starts in earnest. They have their very own mood music and the sound of feet thumping on the ground in excitement. Jesper can't push back or he'll be forcing Wilhelm inside of him so he just keeps passive in position, but his heart is racing. "Fuck me, I'm begging."
Watching Jesper come undone for him, unraveling as fast as the music that spins around the wedding celebration, collapsing to what beats at his core — raw desire, as breath-taking as any vein of crystal shot through rock — it lights something in Wilhelm. It sharpens his own wanting to an excruciating edge on which he can stay balanced only for so long.
As he rubs his shaft over Jesper's hole, treacherously sweet and slow, and he drags his palms along his bronzed arms, from wrist to crook to bicep, Wilhelm's desire too emanates out of him in waves of transfigurative power. Overhead, the leaves burst from late spring green to autumn reds and oranges. They fall off while still in the height of their brilliance, drifting around the wedding guests who exult in the miracle of it.
"Beautiful," he sighs into Jesper's shoulder. His hands are back on his hips, petting him, soothing him.
Taking him — finally bending to his pleas, Wilhelm pushes inside in one slow steady thrust. A groan rises up from somewhere deep. His breath sinks and swells as he settles into a rhythm, firm and full but not rushed. Not yet.
Jesper doesn't remember the first time they did this, it was so long ago, but he does know it's always been good. Their chemistry as friends and lovers is eternal and fiery. They can go from sweet and playful to passionate and intense at the snap of fingers, and there's nothing more special than a relationship that can bend in any way it needs. He knows that Wilhelm will give him what he needs and make him grateful for it. The anticipation is all that's left.
All he can do at first when Wilhelm first pushes inside is sigh in relief. It's pure heat, a fire equal to the one burning in his veins, and he squeezes around Wilhelm on purpose. Because otherwise he is relaxed as can be, getting what he wants, but he likes to tighten around him, to hold him snug and close. Jesper is so focused on their bodies that he misses the leaves at first, but when he opens his eyes to see them spinning toward the ground, he has to laugh. It is beautiful, these natural parts of their divinity in sync.
The relief turns into pleasure and the wood underneath his fingers turns into a different type of wood, into something heavier and solid. He goes between hisses of 'yes' and little moans as Wilhelm starts a nice pace, not demanding now he's full of his lover and fed by the second. "Mmmm, yes, Wille, I want your cock. I crave it." He sounds dreamy and delighted because he is, the act giving him more than physical sensation. It pours gasoline on him, the desire making him glow, glistening and bright, a pure light emanating from him.
"Fuck me like I'm the only thing you can see. Make me your world."
Their bodies were not made for each other, maybe, but they have molded to each other over time, like two trees that have grown side by side over the centuries, each one's branches making space for the other's. Although Wilhelm knows Jesper's body by heart — the contours of his limbs entwined with his own, the fit of his heat wrapped around him — this deep familiarity has never worn out the thrill of these moments they share.
It gets harder to talk as pleasure engulfs him, white-hot flames licking his insides. His breath sags into sweltering groans, his hips push hungrily against Jesper, and his fingers drift down the jutting V of bone to palm at his cock. The world narrows to Jesper, or Jesper amplifies to occupy the whole of the world. Everything else, the flurry of wedding revelers, the current of scarlet leaves, fades away at its edges.
"Jes—" Breathlessly, with eyelashes fluttering low. "I need you...to look at me."
The now naked branches stretching over them begin to bud again, soft green potential at their tips. With each thrust they swell bigger, until one starts to split, then another.
They're creating life in their own way right then. If it's not the giddiness in the air or the rise of laughter and lust, it's the tree morphing and growing right under their joined bodies. By the end of this joining, this tree will no doubt become sacred, the unnatural divinity of it hanging there long after the two of them are gone. A fertility tree, perhaps, or one for the lovelorn.
The transmutation continues under his fingertips as he holds onto the bark and turns it into a different tree type all-together, one that isn't even native to this part of the land. Jesper holds on as tightly as he can and he needs something thicker so he makes it, the wood going dark compared to the budding color and soft green Wilhelm's blending it with. Something beautiful. A little of Wilhelm, a little of him.
Wilhelm's inside of him and moving so perfectly and he groans, following his command to look over his shoulder, leaning back enough so Wilhelm can see his entire face. His eyes are glowing white, a contrast to dark smooth skin, and he smiles at him. "Wille, fill me up, let our divinity come together." It's a joining in more than just the physical, they can slide in and out of each other, their essences combined.
Jesper sets it off first, he comes and the air around them turns heavy, filled with gold light. There's a feverish energy around them, like dizzy spiraling, and while Wilhelm can make the branches change and the flowers bud, Jesper's all emotions outpour. It builds and builds until it bursts.
As he comes undone, unraveling toward release, plunging fast and hard and deep into Jesper, Wilhelm's wings shimmer from dark purple to bright lilac. The magic energy composing them flares like fire climbing higher, consuming its kindling. The buds bursting along the tree branches yield first white blossoms, then pale green leaves.
He feels the warm splash of Jesper's cum spilling over his knuckles, and the air around them pressing heavily like another naked body, like the world itself shares in their feverish passion. In that golden light, he comes too. He empties himself into Jesper with giddy hips and breathless moans, until he's still — except for his heart roaring in his chest, and his hands soothing Jesper's thighs and stomach.
Wrapping around his waist, he tugs Jesper away from the tree that they've transformed, pulls him down into the soft grass to lie together. Around them flutter the red leaves the tree had shed. Wilhelm curls next to Jesper, peppering his skin with gentle kisses from shoulder to collarbone to chest. He combs his clean hand through his sweaty curls.
"It's a pretty nice wedding gift, hm?" he laughs softly.
Jesper never gets tired of sex no matter how constant his experience with it is, and he laughs joyously as Wilhelm pulls him away from the tree and down to the ground. His body feels amazing and it's tingling, his limbs fully relaxed, he could just melt into the ground if he felt like it. Instead he stretches out comfortably, naked and satisfied, and runs his fingers through Wille's hair when he snuggles up next to him.
From here they can see what they created during sex that will now exist in that spot for the rest of time, and it will be revered as something sacred and unique. People will pray here and know the gods blessed it, although how they blessed it will be a secret for the two of them. He smiles and pats Wilhelm's cheek.
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Date: 2024-06-15 05:13 am (UTC)Where Jesper leads, Wilhelm follows. Laughing like they're still the teenagers they were when they first met, he lets him pull him into the shade of the tree. As his clothes fall off, he shivers in anticipation, head lolling, secret smile curving his lips. He crashes into the kiss, tongue tracing Jesper's perfect pout.
"It makes me feel horny," he laughs. With Jesper naked and wrapped around him, it's impossible not to touch him all over, and Wilhelm helps himself to his lean thighs, a handful of his ass. He curls his fingers in Jesper's mouth, taken in by the hollowing of his cheeks. After all this time, Jesper still has the power to render him speechless.
But not for long, not yet. He smiles into another kiss, sweetness edged with hunger.
"Bend over first. But don't stop looking at me, Jes."
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Date: 2024-06-19 12:24 am (UTC)He turns around and puts his hands on the tree trunk, bending over pretty low so Wilhelm can get a really nice look at his offered ass that's his for the taking. He puts his feet a little apart so he's more open to whatever Wilhelm wants to do. "You could just slip right in if you wanted to." A wiggle of his ass playfully at Wilhelm. He knows he's going to get what he wants but sometimes he can be so impatient for it. It's a thrill every time, he never gets tired of it.
But he did listen to Wilhelm's request and looks over his shoulder at him, gray eyes fixed on Wilhelm's face. He can see Jesper's smirk and warm gaze underneath curly dark hair. The bronze dusting of his muscular body on full display for his lover. "My pretty, perfect Wille. I'd do anything you asked of me."
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Date: 2024-06-24 03:29 am (UTC)"Can you be patient for me, my love?" The question hums low in his throat, husky and honeyed.
Bringing his spit-slicked fingers to Jesper's entrance, he glides over the tight muscle without inserting himself yet. With desire heating his blood and hazing his brain, a part of him wants nothing more than to slide into Jesper and fuck him silly against the tree. But he knows how sweet it is to prolong this rush, to balance on the edge of release until the last possible second — and then plunge all at once into something fuller, deeper, breath-stealing.
So pulling Jesper's hips toward him, Wilhelm nestles his shaft against the cleft of his ass and thrusts into a slow rhythm. His cock, like his fingers before, glides over Jesper's entrance to tease him with friction.
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Date: 2024-06-25 10:09 pm (UTC)Jesper does nothing to actually get what he wants though, he's taunting to make them both happy. He sighs pleasantly when he feels Wilhelm's fingers at his entrance, excited to get them inside of him, except nothing happens. Jesper is almost permanently ready, he's incredibly easy to open up and slide inside. Preparation almost becomes pointless when it's a part of his identity.
Jesper groans out loud when Wille further torments him by putting his cock against where it should be, but tortures him instead of pushing in. "Oh you teasing bastard." That was downright cruel. He reaches back with his hands, unbalanced against the tree for a moment, to grip his cheeks and pull them apart, giving him such an open invitation there is no doubt what he wants. It makes it more difficult to slide between them for the friction though, giving him less to rub against, and a little bit of a trick.
"Wille, darling, please, look how much I need you." He's hard and his tip is wet, offering himself helplessly. Jesper could be more aggressive but he's playing the part of the desperate bottom, willing to do whatever it took to get fucked.
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Date: 2024-06-30 10:15 pm (UTC)But he still won't push in, and he grabs Jesper's hands to pin them against the tree. Rough enough to jolt him with excitement, gentle enough to avoid scraping his palms on the bark. The movement forces him flush against Jesper's spine, sweat and anticipation sticking them together.
"Be good," Wilhelm murmurs, brushing his shoulder blade with kisses. Messy, wet, hot with his breath. Slowly, he pushes his hips to keep teasing Jesper with the hard heat of his cock. A groan melts from his mouth against Jesper's bronzed skin as his desire burns hotter.
"Can't you be good for me?"
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Date: 2024-07-03 05:01 pm (UTC)He allows him to pin his hands too, doing as he's asking by gripping the bark instead of putting his fingers all over him. All of Jesper's actions speak to how good he's being, but he nods anyway to Wilhelm's question. "Yes, please, I'm being so good for you, can't you see?" It's not easy when Wilhelm is pressed up against him like that and he loves the mess, he loves the sweat. He moans and grips the tree, it turning into smoother wood underneath his fingertips, his powers coming out.
"Baby, please, Wille, I'll do anything." The music nearby seems to pick up as energy suffuses through the air, and dancing starts in earnest. They have their very own mood music and the sound of feet thumping on the ground in excitement. Jesper can't push back or he'll be forcing Wilhelm inside of him so he just keeps passive in position, but his heart is racing. "Fuck me, I'm begging."
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Date: 2024-07-04 08:25 pm (UTC)As he rubs his shaft over Jesper's hole, treacherously sweet and slow, and he drags his palms along his bronzed arms, from wrist to crook to bicep, Wilhelm's desire too emanates out of him in waves of transfigurative power. Overhead, the leaves burst from late spring green to autumn reds and oranges. They fall off while still in the height of their brilliance, drifting around the wedding guests who exult in the miracle of it.
"Beautiful," he sighs into Jesper's shoulder. His hands are back on his hips, petting him, soothing him.
Taking him — finally bending to his pleas, Wilhelm pushes inside in one slow steady thrust. A groan rises up from somewhere deep. His breath sinks and swells as he settles into a rhythm, firm and full but not rushed. Not yet.
"Is this what you wanted?"
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Date: 2024-07-10 07:09 pm (UTC)All he can do at first when Wilhelm first pushes inside is sigh in relief. It's pure heat, a fire equal to the one burning in his veins, and he squeezes around Wilhelm on purpose. Because otherwise he is relaxed as can be, getting what he wants, but he likes to tighten around him, to hold him snug and close. Jesper is so focused on their bodies that he misses the leaves at first, but when he opens his eyes to see them spinning toward the ground, he has to laugh. It is beautiful, these natural parts of their divinity in sync.
The relief turns into pleasure and the wood underneath his fingers turns into a different type of wood, into something heavier and solid. He goes between hisses of 'yes' and little moans as Wilhelm starts a nice pace, not demanding now he's full of his lover and fed by the second. "Mmmm, yes, Wille, I want your cock. I crave it." He sounds dreamy and delighted because he is, the act giving him more than physical sensation. It pours gasoline on him, the desire making him glow, glistening and bright, a pure light emanating from him.
"Fuck me like I'm the only thing you can see. Make me your world."
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Date: 2024-07-18 10:44 pm (UTC)It gets harder to talk as pleasure engulfs him, white-hot flames licking his insides. His breath sags into sweltering groans, his hips push hungrily against Jesper, and his fingers drift down the jutting V of bone to palm at his cock. The world narrows to Jesper, or Jesper amplifies to occupy the whole of the world. Everything else, the flurry of wedding revelers, the current of scarlet leaves, fades away at its edges.
"Jes—" Breathlessly, with eyelashes fluttering low. "I need you...to look at me."
The now naked branches stretching over them begin to bud again, soft green potential at their tips. With each thrust they swell bigger, until one starts to split, then another.
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Date: 2024-07-24 01:19 am (UTC)The transmutation continues under his fingertips as he holds onto the bark and turns it into a different tree type all-together, one that isn't even native to this part of the land. Jesper holds on as tightly as he can and he needs something thicker so he makes it, the wood going dark compared to the budding color and soft green Wilhelm's blending it with. Something beautiful. A little of Wilhelm, a little of him.
Wilhelm's inside of him and moving so perfectly and he groans, following his command to look over his shoulder, leaning back enough so Wilhelm can see his entire face. His eyes are glowing white, a contrast to dark smooth skin, and he smiles at him. "Wille, fill me up, let our divinity come together." It's a joining in more than just the physical, they can slide in and out of each other, their essences combined.
Jesper sets it off first, he comes and the air around them turns heavy, filled with gold light. There's a feverish energy around them, like dizzy spiraling, and while Wilhelm can make the branches change and the flowers bud, Jesper's all emotions outpour. It builds and builds until it bursts.
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Date: 2024-07-26 08:06 pm (UTC)He feels the warm splash of Jesper's cum spilling over his knuckles, and the air around them pressing heavily like another naked body, like the world itself shares in their feverish passion. In that golden light, he comes too. He empties himself into Jesper with giddy hips and breathless moans, until he's still — except for his heart roaring in his chest, and his hands soothing Jesper's thighs and stomach.
Wrapping around his waist, he tugs Jesper away from the tree that they've transformed, pulls him down into the soft grass to lie together. Around them flutter the red leaves the tree had shed. Wilhelm curls next to Jesper, peppering his skin with gentle kisses from shoulder to collarbone to chest. He combs his clean hand through his sweaty curls.
"It's a pretty nice wedding gift, hm?" he laughs softly.
I think we can wrap!
Date: 2024-08-01 12:45 am (UTC)From here they can see what they created during sex that will now exist in that spot for the rest of time, and it will be revered as something sacred and unique. People will pray here and know the gods blessed it, although how they blessed it will be a secret for the two of them. He smiles and pats Wilhelm's cheek.
"One of a kind."