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.