Jesper doesn’t usually do well with the monotony of routine, when things become standard, he often grows bored and does something reckless for the sake of shaking things up a bit. But he has found that not all routines are half-bad.
Because isn’t this very moment becoming exactly that? Every morning, that one sliver of sunlight accosts him, piercing through a part in the curtains and directly into his eyes, and though at first he desperately wants nothing more than to shove the pillow over his head and go back to sleep, he can’t be annoyed at all when he turns on his side and sees the now so-familiar sight of Wylan curled up next to him, ruddy curled a right mop on his head at this point in the morning, still blissfully asleep and unaware of how perfect he is in the halo of the morning light.
He doesn’t want to ruin it, so he doesn’t speak, and the only moving he does is slight and gentle, shifting to curl himself around the other boy, arm snaked around his waist, chin perched perfectly on his shoulder. He closes his eyes and soaks up this part of his new favorite routine.
It doesn't help that Wylan struggles to sleep some days, still getting used to the calm, quiet that was the Van Eck mansion again. Not that he was ever used to it, knowing that his father used to sleep down the hall from his room had always put him on edge, and sleep eluded him. Now? Now, he could relax in the bed next to his lover, his best friend, and it was an easy sort of sleep that made for lazy mornings.
Jesper shifting stirs him awake, which was likely unintended but here he was, opening his blue eyes to the light that barely manages to escape the cover of the curtains. He smiles, shifting his body to face Jesper completely, tucking his head against him as he takes a deep breath.
"How long have you been awake?" His voice cracks, still waking up. "You could have woken me up." He mutters, moving to cup Jesper's cheek in his hand.
He hums softly as Wylan curls into him, and it might be the most content sound anyone's ever made in the world. "You weren't supposed to wake up yet," he mumbles into Wylan's hair.
"And why would I do that, you barely sleep as it is." Unlike Jesper, who practically excels at it. Things have to be really bothering him to keep him up at night. He nuzzles into the hand framing his face a little.
Wylan chuckles lightly, running his thumb across Jesper's cheek before he leans up and kisses his jaw. It's too late for wanting to sleep now, he's awake. He could try for more sleep, but the light of the sun through the curtains was enough to keep him up. He turns his hand to run his knuckles along his cheek, stroking lightly.
"Because you know we have things to do today." He teases lightly. "And you know that I like spending every waking moment with you."
He shifts his body, pressing closer, tilting his head to kiss along Jesper's jaw to his chin. Maybe this morning they could be lazy and just stay in bed for a few hours. It's not like the work was going anywhere.
They could absolutely go back to sleep right now. Jesper could wrap himself around Wylan and yank the blankets back over their heads. No more disruptive light, problem solved.
"We have things to do every day." He practically whines. "Can't we just.... not? Just once?" He mumbles, a very obvious pout in his voice that changes to a pleased hum at that last comment. "I don't hate that part at all." He sinks lower to catch Wylan's lips against his own.
"Mn, I'll think about it." Because Jesper was making a very convincing argument to just stay in bed.
It wouldn't be difficult to just laze in bed all day, doing nothing until they couldn't stand to laze anymore. He smiles against Jesper's lips, cupping Jesper's face as he moves to get impossibly closer. Maybe they could just stay in bed, he thinks as he wraps one arm around his neck and looks up at him. Maybe they could take their time today instead of rising early and getting straight to work.
"What would we do in bed all day?" He asks against his chin, grinning. "Do you have any plans?"
Jesper would make arguments about staying in bed all day long, if he just let him. He smiles back and presses his forehead against Wylan's, leaning into the hand at his cheek before kissing him again, soft and languid and sweet, as arm slides around Wylan's waist, pulling him in, hand splayed across the small of his back.
"Oh, I have a whole host of ideas, merchling." he grins, fingers of his free hand winding between curls on the other boy's head. "They all end in you making really pretty noises for me."
Ah and there it was. He chuckles low as he moves to return each kiss, tender and gentle. His free hand moves from his cheek to the back of his head, toying with the baby hairs at the base of his skull. Jesper was being a tease, and he might just let him do it.
"Devious." He whispers against his lips. "I might just let you." He teases right back, teeth nipping at Jesper's bottom lip as he looks up at him between long lashes. "Show me?"
Show him, Jesper, exactly what you want to do to him. Wylan was wide awake now, and his boyfriend was making promises he better be able to keep.
"Deliciously so," he mutters back, humming contentedly at the idea, but it turns into something more of a playful growl as Wylan tugs on his lip. "Need a hands-on demonstration, do you?" he practically purrs the words.
He has no problem obliging, of course.
He slides a hand between them and presses it flat against the center of Wylan's chest, gently pushing him as he rolls to straddle him, fingers straying up to cup his cheek in his hand as he kisses him again, the hungry sort full of desire.
He intends to take his time, and keep Wylan in bed as long as possible.
Then he's on his back looking up at Jesper with wide eyes, as if he didn't expect him to do something. He shudders, reveling in Jesper's expression, eagerly returning the kiss, arms moving to wrap around his neck to draw him closer. Sure it's going to impede whatever plans that he had, but Wylan wanted to kiss him. Wants to savor each moment. Wants to just-- he just wants. There's longing in each kiss, in the slight gasp for breath as they part, and he carefully drags his nails down Jesper's neck.
He doesn't want to take his time getting to where he's taken apart.
Jesper has, and never will have, any qualms with Wylan wanting to kiss him. The eagerness is endearing in its own right, and an utter turn on in others. He hums approvingly into the kiss, thumb brushing against Wylan's cheek.
He keeps their foreheads pressed together as he breaks for air, a lopsided little grin on his face. "You're eager this morning." he mumbles softly, elated; it's always good to know you're wanted, in every sense of the word.
He always wanted Jesper. Some days more than others depending on what they're doing, but the other boy was on his mind constantly. He runs his fingers across the nape of his neck, looking up at him with a wide grin when they break for air.
"Am I? I couldn't tell." He teases before he scratches lightly at his skin. "Is there a problem with that?"
It's not like they would be bothered, not now. The serving staff was smart to not disturb them when the door was shut.
He lets out a soft. noise of approval at the fingers drawing across his neck. "Good thing I'm here to remind you then." he teases, laughing softly.
"Oh, no," he practically purrs the words. "Not at all. In fact, it's the exact opposite of a problem." He trails kisses across Wylan's jaw and down the side of his neck.
He laughs lightly, the sound escaping him as he tilts his head back to expose more of his neck. His fingers stay along the back of Jesper's neck, one hand moving up into his hair as he gasps at the contact of lips to skin.
"Oh good. You had me worried." Wylan teases right back with a wide grin.
This is what he longed for in these early mornings when they both could be lazy: just the two of them enjoying each other's company.
“You should never worry about that,” he whispers, his lips brushing lightly against the shell of Wylan’s ear. “I can always work with eager, darling.”
He slides skilled fingers under the hem of the other boy’s shirt, pushing the offending material out of the way. “Honestly, this has to go.” He grins and tugs the shirt easily over Wylan’s head, and he doesn’t pay attention to where it drops.
“You won’t be too terribly offended if I objectify you, just a teensy bit, will you?” He asks, his fingers of one hand pinched together closely before both hands skim every freshly revealed inch of skin he can reach.
He shudders under Jesper, his voice so easily undoes him. He could listen to him talk all day and never grow tired of his voice. It doesn't help that he's using it to his advantage as Wylan lifts his arms to let his shirt be removed. He can't help the blush that creeps across his cheeks as he looks up at Jesper, hungry for more.
"Never." He responds, because was it really objectifying if it was more like worship? "Please?"
Now this was the part where he would be impatient. Where he rolls his hips up to meet Jesper's, proof of what he's doing to him ever present, yearning for more than teasing touches.
"Mmm...good," he mumbles softly, his hands framing Wylan's face as he leans down to kiss him, something softer and sweeter than before, which is somehow more gratifying in this moment. Sometimes, slow and sweet is good, hm? He doesn't always need to be in such a rush, does he?
Wylan’s fervor is not unnoticed and he gives a soft moan as his hips arch up to meet Jesper’s own. “Impatient,” he pronounces each syllable directly next to the other boy’s ear. Oh, he’s well aware how much Wylan likes even the simplest things like the sound of his voice, and he will absolutely use every tool to his advantage.
He trails kisses down his neck and nips playfully at the tender skin in the hollow of his neck. He presses a soft kiss to soothe the spot and skims his fingers down Wylan’s sides to grip his hips. “Good things come to those who wait, you know.” He teases, chuckling softly, thumbs pressing soft circles against his hips.
He knows but that doesn't stop him from trying to make Jesper go faster. Especially with the way he travels down his neck, teeth on his skin, and he shudders beneath him. Wylan's always been impatient, hellbent on getting close as quickly as possible because he longs for the physical connection. It's new, it's exciting, and he isn't going to let it go any time soon.
He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down from getting too antsy, but it isn't working. It's the teasing chuckle, it's the low way he speaks against the shell of his ear, it's just Jesper, Jesper, Jesper. It's like he can't tell where Jesper begins or ends when he starts to tease him. His hips buck, just slightly, chewing on his lip as his lover's hands grip his hips.
"Jesper." He whines, hands moving into his hair and tugging lightly. "Please don't make me wait."
But that's how the game was played: who would break first?
Jesper has always been that way— a very tactile sort of person, showing affection in a physical way, and not always sex, but definitely also that. He’s very attentive to his lovers, because Jesper like making people feel good. And Wylan, he’s fresh and new to all these things in a way that’s endearing. It isn’t as if Jesper has taken dozens of people to bed, but there’s a certain level of experience under him that Wylan is only finding now, with him. And knowing that? It’s a fucking thrill to just test and tease and press any-and-every button he can think of to see what he does— and doesn’t— like. How else will he ever know if they don’t try?
A soft growl rumbles in his throat at the tug of fingers in his hair; it’s strictly a playful, aroused sort of growl and nothing like a warning at all. “Oh, merchling,” he starts a new trail of kisses across his shoulder and down to his chest, lips brushing skin, words vibrating as he speaks, “that isn’t the game.” He flicks his tongue teasingly around a nipple, his thumbs still doing their work against Wylan’s hips.
"Tease!" He gasps out as Jesper trails kisses down his shoulder, and again with his tongue on his nipple.
How dare he! He thinks as he drags his fingers across Jesper's head in an attempt to at least get him to do more. Wylan felt particularly useless in moments like this, not able to reach or touch, but he can react and boy he wanted more. More of his tongue, more of his hands on him, just more of him. Was that too much to ask? He's still getting used to the idea of asking for things he wants, and right now? He knows what he wants.
He just also knows he's not going to get it just yet.
“That’s the idea, luv.” He continues his journey down, down, down, thriving on every impatient squirm and hitched breath he earns from the other boy. He can feel his own arousal react to it, and it makes him all the more eager to give into to Wylan’s impatience.
As he draws closer to Wylan’s waistband, he hooks his thumbs there and tugs the offending material out of the way. He knows the feeling of release from those constrictions is like a breath you can finally take— and Jesper is in just enough of a playful, teasing mood, he does not touch the newly freed erection.
Instead, he slides back up the length of Wylan’s body and kisses him deeply, a hungry thing that definitely promises to deliver, soon, just a little longer while he continues to draw it out, teasing and driving him wild. “Tell me you want me,” he whispers against the shell of Wylan’s ear, voice husky and his Zemeni accent thicker than usual. “Tell me how much.” They aren’t demands exactly, more like requests, made softly, and pleading.
There's relief just from the removal of his trousers. A moment when things might finally be starting to move in a direction he wants until there's nothing more. No touching, not kissing, no anything and Wylan whines a little from the cool air on his cock. Jesper's teasing was going to be the end of him, he knows it. He wants to reach down and shove Jesper down, to demand what he wants but he hesitates.
He hesitates and Jesper's moving back up over him and he can't help but look up at him with hunger in his eyes. He returns the kiss with fever, moving to wrap his arms around Jesper's neck as he rolls his hips up into him, dragging his erection against the fabric of his pants with a gasp.
"How could I not want you?" He dares to whisper back, nails biting into his neck as he drags his hands down. "Do you know what you do to me?" He grins against his cheek, turning his head to kiss him again.
"I want you. More than I can even imagine." He says. "I want you. You're beautiful, you're amazing and talented." He licks his lips, dragging his nails down his back. "I'm not telling you things you don't already know." He chuckles a little. "So what if I just show you?"
He's already placing a leg up along Jesper's hip to try and flip him over onto his back.
Honestly? Jesper wouldn't object to such an action, if only because it's the sort of reaction Wylan's never had (or at the very least, not followed through with, or made known), and it would be a thrill. But he's not quite as assertive about things–
And he has other ways to make demands anyway. Wylan pulls him against him and there's a hungry moan lost somewhere in the other boy's mouth, Jesper's tongue pushing eagerly past Wylan's lips to explore his mouth.
The words he whispers are so sweet and Jesper huffs a soft sound somewhere between amused and humbled. "Oh, I do know... but I love hearing you tell me." he mumbles, kissing below Wylan's ear.
Blunt nails drag down his back and pull a soft moan from the back of his throat. What he doesn't expect– and aren't surprises just thrilling in all the best ways?– is Wylan suddenly choosing to flip their positions. He lets out a surprised laugh and grins, wrapping his arms around the other boy's neck, tugging him back down for another heated kiss. "I would very much like that, merchling." he mumbles against his lips, softer kisses peppered between his words.
Flipping them over was easier than he anticipated, probably because it took Jesper by surprise. He smiles against his lips, kissing back with all the hunger and heat that's been building up. He pulls resting his hands on Jesper's stomach as he rolls his hips down, punctuating the fact that he knows Jesper is just as aroused as he is.
"Good." Wylan nods, before he slides his hands down his stomach to the waistband of his trousers. "These need to come off then."
And he does just that, flicking the buttons aside and pulling it down his legs eagerly. There's fumbling, sure, Wylan isn't as skilled at the art of undressing other people, but they come off all the same and he just drops them off the side of the bed. He takes a moment to admire Jesper's body - all lean muscle and beautiful dark skin, and he can't help but lick his lips in anticipation.
He doesn't disguise the moan that action drags out of him, his own hips arching to meet Wylan's. He isn't shy about reaching, touching, skimming fingertips over any expanse of skin he can reach as Wylan works on getting rid of his trousers. He lifts his hips again, knowing it will be easier to shimmy them out of the way.
If he were a more self-conscious sort of person, this might be awkward, or unnerving, but he isn't, and it's something else entirely to see the veneration in his eyes as Wylan takes in the sight of him; it must be a similar look to the one he wears when he gets to appreciate every inch of Wylan.
But being who he is, Jepser can't help the smirk that spreads across his face. "Like what you see, darling?" He lifts his eyebrows suggestively, almost like a dare. Come unravel him completely.
That's all he says before he's back down and kissing at Jesper's neck, teeth gently grazing skin. He moves down his body, peppering kisses on skin the further. He wants to tease Jesper, wants to drag this out but his own impatience is winning. His fingers skim along the length of his body, before stopping on Jesper's hips, thumbs digging in gently as he holds him there.
How can he put into words how much he wants him?
Jesper was like a storm, wild and untamable, thrilling to those who seek the challenge of rising to meet it. Wylan knew how to sail the waters when it came to Jesper, but there was doubt still in his mind. Would he be enough for him? Was Jesper satisfied with this new life? Would there be a time where he just couldn't sit still any more and had to leave? He has to shake those thoughts away, returning his focus back on what he was doing.
He was going to show Jesper how much he wants him. Wylan wasn't going to waste time getting to his prize, quickly proving it as he kisses down his chest, to his stomach, then looks up at Jesper from between long lashes as he places a delicate kiss to the tip of his cock.
A gasp escapes him at the drag of teeth against sensitive skin, though it is in no way a complaint or ask for it to stop. He shudders in anticipation as Wylan makes his way down, fingers skimming across his sides and his hips rock involuntarily at the grip of Wylan's hands. He bites his lip and drags his fingers gently through Wylan's hair. "You are so beautiful," he mumbles softly.
He can't begin to guess at whatever thoughts are whirling through Wylan's mind at the moment, but all Jesper can do is stare up at him with unaltered adoration. How had this merchant's kid captured his heart so easily? And did he even know he had it in his hands?
Jesper moans, back arching slightly. "Now who's the tease?" he asks with a grin.
Wylan doesn't hesitate as he grips the base of his cock and wraps his lips around the head. This was something he was still getting used to, the feeling of having Jesper in his mouth, but he enjoyed doing it as much as he got it. He sucks lightly, tongue brushing across the slit as he uses his hand to stroke the rest of his length.
He hums low, using his spare hand to hold down his hips from bucking up without some resistance, taking just that little bit more into his mouth to give Jesper a taste of what he planned on doing. He planned to unravel him, planned on bringing him to bliss by the end of this (if he got the chance. If Jesper doesn't get too impatient and turn the tables on him).
Jesper lets out a soft moan at the wet heat of his mouth, and it's good Wylan's free hand is steadying him or he really might have choked him with the involuntary his hips tried to roll up into the feeling. "Mmm... Wylan..." he practically wines.
It's very hard to think about turning any tables when Wylan is working his tongue in all the most delicious ways on his most sensitive areas. He'd asked for this, really, so why would he do anything to end the road toward blinding, white-hot bliss? Fingers of one hand scraping across Wylan's neck, the other hand fisting into the sheets as he sees stars, Wylan's name passing his lips in a moan.
This was what he wanted to hear - his name from Jesper's lips. The whines spurring him on to suck a little harder, to twist his hand as he strokes up and down. There's a thrilling aspect to all of this, knowing what he was doing to Jesper with each pass of his hands and lips. His tongue presses flat against him licking up before he starts to take more of him into his mouth.
He could handle this, he tells himself, and while he's certainly no expert, he's not doing too bad. Wylan groans against him, enjoying the heady, salty taste of him against his tongue. The whole act of being in control of Jesper's pleasure spurs him on, a longing to do more.
Maybe he’s new at this, but Wylan’s a quick study, and in Jesper’s experience, it’s easier with boys because you know a little more about what feels good to you, and just have to figure out how to replicate that; girls are a whole different game all together.
But his mind isn’t there; arguably, it’s nowhere at all, because all he can think is in sensation and the feel of the other boy’s tongue tracing languidly up the length of him and his back arches, another moan escaping him. He likes letting Wylan run the show, that relinquish of control is freeing in a way that little else is.
“Keeping going,” he mumbles, his voice thick with his accent as he tries to suppress another groan. “I want you to take me apart, darling.” His breath hitches as fingers find their way into Wylan’s hair and he tugs, a little harder than he’d meant to, but not enough to truly hurt him either.
He wants to take him apart, wants to bring Jesper to the heights of pleasure. He's just not entirely sure how to get him there, not with what he's doing now. Despite the start, despite the tugs on his hair, he worries that he's not doing good enough. He sucks hard, swallowing him down as much as he can before the head hits the back of his throat. It's too much but he keeps himself there, tongue working, breathing through his nose before he pulls back up and pops off with a gasp.
He breaths deeply, catching his breath before he's back down, tongue pressed flat against the length of him moving from base to tip. He takes the head back into his mouth and glances up at Jesper, hoping what he's doing is enough for now.
Wylan needn’t worry, he’s doing an excellent job, and the moans he’s pulling from Jesper are proof enough of that. He tilts his head back when Wylan changes tactics, takes as much of him into his mouth as he can. “Oh, Saints,” he swears breathlessly, mind too clouded with pleasure to think of much else.
He whimpers at the loss of the warmth of Wylan’s mouth, but takes the moment to reach and brush any expanse of skin on the other boy he can, fingertips ghosting everywhere they touch. “You are so beautiful,” he mutters softly. He’s pretty sure he’s already said that but he doesn’t care because it hasn’t stopped being true. He wants to kiss him, but he’s too far away and all coherent thought is gone as Wylan sinks back down, tongue working, and staring up at Jesper through his lashes.
A low moan rumbles through his chest, fingers gripping the sheets and trying with everything in him not to buck his hips too much and choke him. The heat low in his belly builds and builds and builds into something white-hot that sends pleasant tingles across his entire body in a crescendo of pleasure. Wylan’s name sounds like a prayer from his lips as he peaks and topples over into a delicious wave of release.
He swallows him down again, boldly taking him to the back of his throat with each bob of his head. Each pass each noise that Jesper makes just emboldens him to continue. Wylan holds his hips in place, thumbs gently digging into the skin, and the little jerks of his hips were just giving him ideas for the future. He might not mind being held in place and letting Jesper have all the control. Maybe, he wouldn't mind being choked on his cock.
Saints.
This wasn't the day to experiment, however. Because as much as he wants to challenge Jesper, he knows that it's too late. They were too far into this. And when Jesper reaches his end? Wylan is taken back a little, nearly jerking his head off completely, come sitting on his tongue as he stays with his lips wrapped around the head. It takes him a moment, maybe two before he finally swallows, and sits up, gasping for breath.
He reaches for Wylan when he comes up, tugging gently on his wrist and lets gravity do the rest of the work. Hands searching, eagerly sliding across his sides, up the expanses of his chest. He just needs this. The contact. Every single inch of him still feels like he’s on fire, soft tingling sensations across his body making every brush of skin feel better than usual.
Finally, he leans up and slides one hand into Wylan’s hair, hand cupping around the back of his neck to pull him into a deep, needy sort of kiss. When he breaks for air, he stays close, pressing their foreheads together. “I love you.” He whispers softly, unable to stop the grin on his face.
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Date: 2021-07-06 12:26 am (UTC)Because isn’t this very moment becoming exactly that? Every morning, that one sliver of sunlight accosts him, piercing through a part in the curtains and directly into his eyes, and though at first he desperately wants nothing more than to shove the pillow over his head and go back to sleep, he can’t be annoyed at all when he turns on his side and sees the now so-familiar sight of Wylan curled up next to him, ruddy curled a right mop on his head at this point in the morning, still blissfully asleep and unaware of how perfect he is in the halo of the morning light.
He doesn’t want to ruin it, so he doesn’t speak, and the only moving he does is slight and gentle, shifting to curl himself around the other boy, arm snaked around his waist, chin perched perfectly on his shoulder. He closes his eyes and soaks up this part of his new favorite routine.
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Date: 2021-07-06 12:41 am (UTC)Jesper shifting stirs him awake, which was likely unintended but here he was, opening his blue eyes to the light that barely manages to escape the cover of the curtains. He smiles, shifting his body to face Jesper completely, tucking his head against him as he takes a deep breath.
"How long have you been awake?" His voice cracks, still waking up. "You could have woken me up." He mutters, moving to cup Jesper's cheek in his hand.
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Date: 2021-07-06 01:29 am (UTC)He hums softly as Wylan curls into him, and it might be the most content sound anyone's ever made in the world. "You weren't supposed to wake up yet," he mumbles into Wylan's hair.
"And why would I do that, you barely sleep as it is." Unlike Jesper, who practically excels at it. Things have to be really bothering him to keep him up at night. He nuzzles into the hand framing his face a little.
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Date: 2021-07-06 11:07 am (UTC)"Because you know we have things to do today." He teases lightly. "And you know that I like spending every waking moment with you."
He shifts his body, pressing closer, tilting his head to kiss along Jesper's jaw to his chin. Maybe this morning they could be lazy and just stay in bed for a few hours. It's not like the work was going anywhere.
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Date: 2021-07-07 10:03 pm (UTC)"We have things to do every day." He practically whines. "Can't we just.... not? Just once?" He mumbles, a very obvious pout in his voice that changes to a pleased hum at that last comment. "I don't hate that part at all." He sinks lower to catch Wylan's lips against his own.
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Date: 2021-07-07 10:36 pm (UTC)It wouldn't be difficult to just laze in bed all day, doing nothing until they couldn't stand to laze anymore. He smiles against Jesper's lips, cupping Jesper's face as he moves to get impossibly closer. Maybe they could just stay in bed, he thinks as he wraps one arm around his neck and looks up at him. Maybe they could take their time today instead of rising early and getting straight to work.
"What would we do in bed all day?" He asks against his chin, grinning. "Do you have any plans?"
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Date: 2021-07-07 11:56 pm (UTC)"Oh, I have a whole host of ideas, merchling." he grins, fingers of his free hand winding between curls on the other boy's head. "They all end in you making really pretty noises for me."
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Date: 2021-07-08 12:15 am (UTC)"Devious." He whispers against his lips. "I might just let you." He teases right back, teeth nipping at Jesper's bottom lip as he looks up at him between long lashes. "Show me?"
Show him, Jesper, exactly what you want to do to him. Wylan was wide awake now, and his boyfriend was making promises he better be able to keep.
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Date: 2021-07-08 01:18 am (UTC)He has no problem obliging, of course.
He slides a hand between them and presses it flat against the center of Wylan's chest, gently pushing him as he rolls to straddle him, fingers straying up to cup his cheek in his hand as he kisses him again, the hungry sort full of desire.
He intends to take his time, and keep Wylan in bed as long as possible.
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Date: 2021-07-08 11:29 am (UTC)Then he's on his back looking up at Jesper with wide eyes, as if he didn't expect him to do something. He shudders, reveling in Jesper's expression, eagerly returning the kiss, arms moving to wrap around his neck to draw him closer. Sure it's going to impede whatever plans that he had, but Wylan wanted to kiss him. Wants to savor each moment. Wants to just-- he just wants. There's longing in each kiss, in the slight gasp for breath as they part, and he carefully drags his nails down Jesper's neck.
He doesn't want to take his time getting to where he's taken apart.
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Date: 2021-07-10 11:49 am (UTC)He keeps their foreheads pressed together as he breaks for air, a lopsided little grin on his face. "You're eager this morning." he mumbles softly, elated; it's always good to know you're wanted, in every sense of the word.
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Date: 2021-07-10 09:56 pm (UTC)"Am I? I couldn't tell." He teases before he scratches lightly at his skin. "Is there a problem with that?"
It's not like they would be bothered, not now. The serving staff was smart to not disturb them when the door was shut.
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Date: 2021-07-12 03:17 am (UTC)"Oh, no," he practically purrs the words. "Not at all. In fact, it's the exact opposite of a problem." He trails kisses across Wylan's jaw and down the side of his neck.
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Date: 2021-07-13 09:32 pm (UTC)"Oh good. You had me worried." Wylan teases right back with a wide grin.
This is what he longed for in these early mornings when they both could be lazy: just the two of them enjoying each other's company.
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Date: 2021-07-15 03:13 am (UTC)He slides skilled fingers under the hem of the other boy’s shirt, pushing the offending material out of the way. “Honestly, this has to go.” He grins and tugs the shirt easily over Wylan’s head, and he doesn’t pay attention to where it drops.
“You won’t be too terribly offended if I objectify you, just a teensy bit, will you?” He asks, his fingers of one hand pinched together closely before both hands skim every freshly revealed inch of skin he can reach.
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Date: 2021-07-15 12:21 pm (UTC)"Never." He responds, because was it really objectifying if it was more like worship? "Please?"
Now this was the part where he would be impatient. Where he rolls his hips up to meet Jesper's, proof of what he's doing to him ever present, yearning for more than teasing touches.
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Date: 2021-07-20 11:52 pm (UTC)Wylan’s fervor is not unnoticed and he gives a soft moan as his hips arch up to meet Jesper’s own. “Impatient,” he pronounces each syllable directly next to the other boy’s ear. Oh, he’s well aware how much Wylan likes even the simplest things like the sound of his voice, and he will absolutely use every tool to his advantage.
He trails kisses down his neck and nips playfully at the tender skin in the hollow of his neck. He presses a soft kiss to soothe the spot and skims his fingers down Wylan’s sides to grip his hips. “Good things come to those who wait, you know.” He teases, chuckling softly, thumbs pressing soft circles against his hips.
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Date: 2021-07-21 02:48 pm (UTC)He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down from getting too antsy, but it isn't working. It's the teasing chuckle, it's the low way he speaks against the shell of his ear, it's just Jesper, Jesper, Jesper. It's like he can't tell where Jesper begins or ends when he starts to tease him. His hips buck, just slightly, chewing on his lip as his lover's hands grip his hips.
"Jesper." He whines, hands moving into his hair and tugging lightly. "Please don't make me wait."
But that's how the game was played: who would break first?
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Date: 2021-07-22 09:08 am (UTC)A soft growl rumbles in his throat at the tug of fingers in his hair; it’s strictly a playful, aroused sort of growl and nothing like a warning at all. “Oh, merchling,” he starts a new trail of kisses across his shoulder and down to his chest, lips brushing skin, words vibrating as he speaks, “that isn’t the game.” He flicks his tongue teasingly around a nipple, his thumbs still doing their work against Wylan’s hips.
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Date: 2021-07-22 11:20 am (UTC)How dare he! He thinks as he drags his fingers across Jesper's head in an attempt to at least get him to do more. Wylan felt particularly useless in moments like this, not able to reach or touch, but he can react and boy he wanted more. More of his tongue, more of his hands on him, just more of him. Was that too much to ask? He's still getting used to the idea of asking for things he wants, and right now? He knows what he wants.
He just also knows he's not going to get it just yet.
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Date: 2021-07-22 11:53 am (UTC)As he draws closer to Wylan’s waistband, he hooks his thumbs there and tugs the offending material out of the way. He knows the feeling of release from those constrictions is like a breath you can finally take— and Jesper is in just enough of a playful, teasing mood, he does not touch the newly freed erection.
Instead, he slides back up the length of Wylan’s body and kisses him deeply, a hungry thing that definitely promises to deliver, soon, just a little longer while he continues to draw it out, teasing and driving him wild. “Tell me you want me,” he whispers against the shell of Wylan’s ear, voice husky and his Zemeni accent thicker than usual. “Tell me how much.” They aren’t demands exactly, more like requests, made softly, and pleading.
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Date: 2021-07-22 01:30 pm (UTC)He hesitates and Jesper's moving back up over him and he can't help but look up at him with hunger in his eyes. He returns the kiss with fever, moving to wrap his arms around Jesper's neck as he rolls his hips up into him, dragging his erection against the fabric of his pants with a gasp.
"How could I not want you?" He dares to whisper back, nails biting into his neck as he drags his hands down. "Do you know what you do to me?" He grins against his cheek, turning his head to kiss him again.
"I want you. More than I can even imagine." He says. "I want you. You're beautiful, you're amazing and talented." He licks his lips, dragging his nails down his back. "I'm not telling you things you don't already know." He chuckles a little. "So what if I just show you?"
He's already placing a leg up along Jesper's hip to try and flip him over onto his back.
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Date: 2021-07-22 01:47 pm (UTC)And he has other ways to make demands anyway. Wylan pulls him against him and there's a hungry moan lost somewhere in the other boy's mouth, Jesper's tongue pushing eagerly past Wylan's lips to explore his mouth.
The words he whispers are so sweet and Jesper huffs a soft sound somewhere between amused and humbled. "Oh, I do know... but I love hearing you tell me." he mumbles, kissing below Wylan's ear.
Blunt nails drag down his back and pull a soft moan from the back of his throat. What he doesn't expect– and aren't surprises just thrilling in all the best ways?– is Wylan suddenly choosing to flip their positions. He lets out a surprised laugh and grins, wrapping his arms around the other boy's neck, tugging him back down for another heated kiss. "I would very much like that, merchling." he mumbles against his lips, softer kisses peppered between his words.
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Date: 2021-07-22 02:17 pm (UTC)"Good." Wylan nods, before he slides his hands down his stomach to the waistband of his trousers. "These need to come off then."
And he does just that, flicking the buttons aside and pulling it down his legs eagerly. There's fumbling, sure, Wylan isn't as skilled at the art of undressing other people, but they come off all the same and he just drops them off the side of the bed. He takes a moment to admire Jesper's body - all lean muscle and beautiful dark skin, and he can't help but lick his lips in anticipation.
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Date: 2021-07-22 02:32 pm (UTC)If he were a more self-conscious sort of person, this might be awkward, or unnerving, but he isn't, and it's something else entirely to see the veneration in his eyes as Wylan takes in the sight of him; it must be a similar look to the one he wears when he gets to appreciate every inch of Wylan.
But being who he is, Jepser can't help the smirk that spreads across his face. "Like what you see, darling?" He lifts his eyebrows suggestively, almost like a dare. Come unravel him completely.
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Date: 2021-07-22 03:24 pm (UTC)That's all he says before he's back down and kissing at Jesper's neck, teeth gently grazing skin. He moves down his body, peppering kisses on skin the further. He wants to tease Jesper, wants to drag this out but his own impatience is winning. His fingers skim along the length of his body, before stopping on Jesper's hips, thumbs digging in gently as he holds him there.
How can he put into words how much he wants him?
Jesper was like a storm, wild and untamable, thrilling to those who seek the challenge of rising to meet it. Wylan knew how to sail the waters when it came to Jesper, but there was doubt still in his mind. Would he be enough for him? Was Jesper satisfied with this new life? Would there be a time where he just couldn't sit still any more and had to leave? He has to shake those thoughts away, returning his focus back on what he was doing.
He was going to show Jesper how much he wants him. Wylan wasn't going to waste time getting to his prize, quickly proving it as he kisses down his chest, to his stomach, then looks up at Jesper from between long lashes as he places a delicate kiss to the tip of his cock.
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Date: 2021-07-22 04:04 pm (UTC)He can't begin to guess at whatever thoughts are whirling through Wylan's mind at the moment, but all Jesper can do is stare up at him with unaltered adoration. How had this merchant's kid captured his heart so easily? And did he even know he had it in his hands?
Jesper moans, back arching slightly. "Now who's the tease?" he asks with a grin.
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Date: 2021-07-22 04:50 pm (UTC)Wylan doesn't hesitate as he grips the base of his cock and wraps his lips around the head. This was something he was still getting used to, the feeling of having Jesper in his mouth, but he enjoyed doing it as much as he got it. He sucks lightly, tongue brushing across the slit as he uses his hand to stroke the rest of his length.
He hums low, using his spare hand to hold down his hips from bucking up without some resistance, taking just that little bit more into his mouth to give Jesper a taste of what he planned on doing. He planned to unravel him, planned on bringing him to bliss by the end of this (if he got the chance. If Jesper doesn't get too impatient and turn the tables on him).
He'd prove how much he wanted him.
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Date: 2021-07-22 08:52 pm (UTC)It's very hard to think about turning any tables when Wylan is working his tongue in all the most delicious ways on his most sensitive areas. He'd asked for this, really, so why would he do anything to end the road toward blinding, white-hot bliss? Fingers of one hand scraping across Wylan's neck, the other hand fisting into the sheets as he sees stars, Wylan's name passing his lips in a moan.
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Date: 2021-07-22 10:35 pm (UTC)He could handle this, he tells himself, and while he's certainly no expert, he's not doing too bad. Wylan groans against him, enjoying the heady, salty taste of him against his tongue. The whole act of being in control of Jesper's pleasure spurs him on, a longing to do more.
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Date: 2021-07-23 12:39 am (UTC)But his mind isn’t there; arguably, it’s nowhere at all, because all he can think is in sensation and the feel of the other boy’s tongue tracing languidly up the length of him and his back arches, another moan escaping him. He likes letting Wylan run the show, that relinquish of control is freeing in a way that little else is.
“Keeping going,” he mumbles, his voice thick with his accent as he tries to suppress another groan. “I want you to take me apart, darling.” His breath hitches as fingers find their way into Wylan’s hair and he tugs, a little harder than he’d meant to, but not enough to truly hurt him either.
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Date: 2021-07-23 09:37 pm (UTC)He wants to take him apart, wants to bring Jesper to the heights of pleasure. He's just not entirely sure how to get him there, not with what he's doing now. Despite the start, despite the tugs on his hair, he worries that he's not doing good enough. He sucks hard, swallowing him down as much as he can before the head hits the back of his throat. It's too much but he keeps himself there, tongue working, breathing through his nose before he pulls back up and pops off with a gasp.
He breaths deeply, catching his breath before he's back down, tongue pressed flat against the length of him moving from base to tip. He takes the head back into his mouth and glances up at Jesper, hoping what he's doing is enough for now.
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Date: 2021-07-24 01:30 pm (UTC)He whimpers at the loss of the warmth of Wylan’s mouth, but takes the moment to reach and brush any expanse of skin on the other boy he can, fingertips ghosting everywhere they touch. “You are so beautiful,” he mutters softly. He’s pretty sure he’s already said that but he doesn’t care because it hasn’t stopped being true. He wants to kiss him, but he’s too far away and all coherent thought is gone as Wylan sinks back down, tongue working, and staring up at Jesper through his lashes.
A low moan rumbles through his chest, fingers gripping the sheets and trying with everything in him not to buck his hips too much and choke him. The heat low in his belly builds and builds and builds into something white-hot that sends pleasant tingles across his entire body in a crescendo of pleasure. Wylan’s name sounds like a prayer from his lips as he peaks and topples over into a delicious wave of release.
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Date: 2021-07-24 08:41 pm (UTC)Saints.
This wasn't the day to experiment, however. Because as much as he wants to challenge Jesper, he knows that it's too late. They were too far into this. And when Jesper reaches his end? Wylan is taken back a little, nearly jerking his head off completely, come sitting on his tongue as he stays with his lips wrapped around the head. It takes him a moment, maybe two before he finally swallows, and sits up, gasping for breath.
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Date: 2021-07-25 05:14 am (UTC)Finally, he leans up and slides one hand into Wylan’s hair, hand cupping around the back of his neck to pull him into a deep, needy sort of kiss. When he breaks for air, he stays close, pressing their foreheads together. “I love you.” He whispers softly, unable to stop the grin on his face.