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.