Wilhelm might not be as practiced but he is doing just great as far as Jesper is concerned. Sometimes perfect skill isn't required; enthusiasm more than makes up for it. He isn't thinking about anyone but Wilhelm right then, he's definitely put his mind past that sort of fractured consideration. He hasn't thought about another soft-haired youth in months. It's only them in there, for him.
He likes the experimentation and seeing Wilhelm go outside of his comfort zone and that is getting him up the hill, especially when he laps at the underside, sending little shocks of pleasure through Jesper. He goes wild for a moment in reaction to that, digging his fingers in tighter. His other hand takes advantage of the beautiful glimpse of the bulge and traces his fingers along it, feeling himself push against it through Wille's mouth. That just about does it right there.
"Wille. Wilhelm." His fingers hold Wilhelm's head in place but he doesn't push forward or anything, he is rather gentle about it, he isn't going to gag him. He needs to let that wet heat surround him and he crashes back on the bed, no longer able to keep on his elbow at all. The moment his head hits the mattress he releases into his perfect mouth, releasing his hair almost immediately so he doesn't feel forced. Also because his hand drops away from the sheer burst of pleasure shooting through his veins. There are stars, but only he can see them.
"Oh sweetheart, you pretty thing," Jesper groans, wiping hands over his face. He is all loose and warm now. "That was exactly what I needed."
Although he can tell that Jesper is close, hurtling toward that peak, ready to plunge right off, it still catches him by surprise when he actually reaches it. Jesper crashes to the mattress, and a warm, sharp taste fills Wilhelm's mouth. Reflexively, as one does when something unexpected happens, he pulls back. Now that his jaw doesn't have to strain so wide, swallowing is easier.
Except, Jesper hasn't finished. Wilhelm catches a pearly streak of cum across his cheek, another on his lips, before he seals his mouth around Jesper's cockhead to try to catch the rest. Milking him with steady strokes, he sucks and laps at him until Jesper falls still, as if pleasure is a tidal wave that has surged through him and left him washed up on some shore.
Well, wherever it's swept him to, Wilhelm is content to be there with him. He answers Jesper's little pet names, which from a less gorgeous mouth might sound patronizing, with a kiss nestled against his hipbone. His hair, falling in a curtain, brushes his skin. Crawling back up to Jesper, he curls up at his side. His touch as he traces his tattoos again is shy, as if he hadn't just done his damndest to suck him dry. As if his face isn't still sticky with the evidence.
"Can we just...stay like this for a little while?" he murmurs.
He isn't ready to go back to where his anxiety snarls him and his loneliness guts him.
Jesper is amazed at the lingering of Wilhelm's mouth on him to the point where he's not sure how long a moan of his has gone, but it is quite a long time. And well-deserved. It keeps the experience lasting and he somehow knows how to stop before it's too much. Leading Jesper to decide he really and truly needs to lock this boy down. This is not going to be a one-off. He needs more of him.
He manages to open his eyes when Wilhelm moves up to his side and he turns so he can face him. Jesper is affectionate so he has no hesitation as he cuddles in close to Wilhelm, lifting a hand to run comfortably along the side of his body and to his soft back. He leans in to kiss Wilhelm again, slow and sweet, licking the taste of himself off his lip as he does.
"We can stay as long as you want, Wille." Jesper nuzzles his nose, breathing him in deeply. He feels warm, relaxed, and content, and there are few things better than a pretty boy in his bed. "Did you have fun, pigeon?" Jesper promised him a fun time, and he wants to make sure he delivered.
His happiness is the fragile, hollow kind that falls apart if you think about it too much. So he resolves not to think about anything but Jesper's touch sketching his body, Jesper's lips caressing his. His countenance taut with pleasure, as it had just been moments ago, mouth stretched around a moan and eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. Being that Jesper has hinted at having a plethora of partners, Wilhelm is pleased that he could cause enough damage to make him buckle like that.
So...did he have fun? Nodding, he smiles into Jesper's chest.
"Mm...yeah. I had fun."
With a kiss brushed against the Wheel of Fortune that's worked into Jesper's tattoo, Wilhelm draws away — but only to reach over the side of the bed and grab his underwear. Now that they've both tumbled down from the heights of pleasure, he feels...well, a little naked. Once he's pulled them on, he rolls back to Jesper. Back to chest, he tugs his arm over himself like a blanket.
"Then...can you hold me?"
Like Jesper's warmth might be a ward, keeping away all of the bad things.
Jesper doesn't bother with clothes because he is comfortable this way, but he doesn't protest Wilhelm getting something on. Well, out loud. This is the Horizon so he can easily make a blanket on top of them for real, but he also puts an arm around him, pulling Wilhelm snugly back against him. He kisses his cheek and nuzzles his nose into Wilhelm's neck, settling there.
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Date: 2022-12-22 02:34 am (UTC)He likes the experimentation and seeing Wilhelm go outside of his comfort zone and that is getting him up the hill, especially when he laps at the underside, sending little shocks of pleasure through Jesper. He goes wild for a moment in reaction to that, digging his fingers in tighter. His other hand takes advantage of the beautiful glimpse of the bulge and traces his fingers along it, feeling himself push against it through Wille's mouth. That just about does it right there.
"Wille. Wilhelm." His fingers hold Wilhelm's head in place but he doesn't push forward or anything, he is rather gentle about it, he isn't going to gag him. He needs to let that wet heat surround him and he crashes back on the bed, no longer able to keep on his elbow at all. The moment his head hits the mattress he releases into his perfect mouth, releasing his hair almost immediately so he doesn't feel forced. Also because his hand drops away from the sheer burst of pleasure shooting through his veins. There are stars, but only he can see them.
"Oh sweetheart, you pretty thing," Jesper groans, wiping hands over his face. He is all loose and warm now. "That was exactly what I needed."
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Date: 2022-12-27 08:55 pm (UTC)Except, Jesper hasn't finished. Wilhelm catches a pearly streak of cum across his cheek, another on his lips, before he seals his mouth around Jesper's cockhead to try to catch the rest. Milking him with steady strokes, he sucks and laps at him until Jesper falls still, as if pleasure is a tidal wave that has surged through him and left him washed up on some shore.
Well, wherever it's swept him to, Wilhelm is content to be there with him. He answers Jesper's little pet names, which from a less gorgeous mouth might sound patronizing, with a kiss nestled against his hipbone. His hair, falling in a curtain, brushes his skin. Crawling back up to Jesper, he curls up at his side. His touch as he traces his tattoos again is shy, as if he hadn't just done his damndest to suck him dry. As if his face isn't still sticky with the evidence.
"Can we just...stay like this for a little while?" he murmurs.
He isn't ready to go back to where his anxiety snarls him and his loneliness guts him.
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Date: 2022-12-29 01:04 am (UTC)He manages to open his eyes when Wilhelm moves up to his side and he turns so he can face him. Jesper is affectionate so he has no hesitation as he cuddles in close to Wilhelm, lifting a hand to run comfortably along the side of his body and to his soft back. He leans in to kiss Wilhelm again, slow and sweet, licking the taste of himself off his lip as he does.
"We can stay as long as you want, Wille." Jesper nuzzles his nose, breathing him in deeply. He feels warm, relaxed, and content, and there are few things better than a pretty boy in his bed. "Did you have fun, pigeon?" Jesper promised him a fun time, and he wants to make sure he delivered.
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Date: 2022-12-29 04:34 am (UTC)So...did he have fun? Nodding, he smiles into Jesper's chest.
"Mm...yeah. I had fun."
With a kiss brushed against the Wheel of Fortune that's worked into Jesper's tattoo, Wilhelm draws away — but only to reach over the side of the bed and grab his underwear. Now that they've both tumbled down from the heights of pleasure, he feels...well, a little naked. Once he's pulled them on, he rolls back to Jesper. Back to chest, he tugs his arm over himself like a blanket.
"Then...can you hold me?"
Like Jesper's warmth might be a ward, keeping away all of the bad things.
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Date: 2022-12-29 04:48 am (UTC)"Of course, sweetheart. As long as you need."