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.