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.
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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.