"Always."

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.