Jesper watched him, watched every little move Wylan made. His gaze was a storm, eyes hooded and dark with want as Wylan rushes to get to his prize. It's the warmth of Wylan's hand and the soft brush of lips on him that first earns a sound--it's little more than a soft huff, barely a groan, but it's still there.
And it's quickly followed up with an impatient, "Wylan.."
For all his rushing, he certainly was taking his time now that clothes were out of the way.
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Date: 2021-07-18 12:34 am (UTC)And it's quickly followed up with an impatient, "Wylan.."
For all his rushing, he certainly was taking his time now that clothes were out of the way.