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.
He wants to take him apart, wants to bring Jesper to the heights of pleasure. He's just not entirely sure how to get him there, not with what he's doing now. Despite the start, despite the tugs on his hair, he worries that he's not doing good enough. He sucks hard, swallowing him down as much as he can before the head hits the back of his throat. It's too much but he keeps himself there, tongue working, breathing through his nose before he pulls back up and pops off with a gasp.
He breaths deeply, catching his breath before he's back down, tongue pressed flat against the length of him moving from base to tip. He takes the head back into his mouth and glances up at Jesper, hoping what he's doing is enough for now.
Wylan needn’t worry, he’s doing an excellent job, and the moans he’s pulling from Jesper are proof enough of that. He tilts his head back when Wylan changes tactics, takes as much of him into his mouth as he can. “Oh, Saints,” he swears breathlessly, mind too clouded with pleasure to think of much else.
He whimpers at the loss of the warmth of Wylan’s mouth, but takes the moment to reach and brush any expanse of skin on the other boy he can, fingertips ghosting everywhere they touch. “You are so beautiful,” he mutters softly. He’s pretty sure he’s already said that but he doesn’t care because it hasn’t stopped being true. He wants to kiss him, but he’s too far away and all coherent thought is gone as Wylan sinks back down, tongue working, and staring up at Jesper through his lashes.
A low moan rumbles through his chest, fingers gripping the sheets and trying with everything in him not to buck his hips too much and choke him. The heat low in his belly builds and builds and builds into something white-hot that sends pleasant tingles across his entire body in a crescendo of pleasure. Wylan’s name sounds like a prayer from his lips as he peaks and topples over into a delicious wave of release.
He swallows him down again, boldly taking him to the back of his throat with each bob of his head. Each pass each noise that Jesper makes just emboldens him to continue. Wylan holds his hips in place, thumbs gently digging into the skin, and the little jerks of his hips were just giving him ideas for the future. He might not mind being held in place and letting Jesper have all the control. Maybe, he wouldn't mind being choked on his cock.
Saints.
This wasn't the day to experiment, however. Because as much as he wants to challenge Jesper, he knows that it's too late. They were too far into this. And when Jesper reaches his end? Wylan is taken back a little, nearly jerking his head off completely, come sitting on his tongue as he stays with his lips wrapped around the head. It takes him a moment, maybe two before he finally swallows, and sits up, gasping for breath.
He reaches for Wylan when he comes up, tugging gently on his wrist and lets gravity do the rest of the work. Hands searching, eagerly sliding across his sides, up the expanses of his chest. He just needs this. The contact. Every single inch of him still feels like he’s on fire, soft tingling sensations across his body making every brush of skin feel better than usual.
Finally, he leans up and slides one hand into Wylan’s hair, hand cupping around the back of his neck to pull him into a deep, needy sort of kiss. When he breaks for air, he stays close, pressing their foreheads together. “I love you.” He whispers softly, unable to stop the grin on his face.
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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.
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He wants to take him apart, wants to bring Jesper to the heights of pleasure. He's just not entirely sure how to get him there, not with what he's doing now. Despite the start, despite the tugs on his hair, he worries that he's not doing good enough. He sucks hard, swallowing him down as much as he can before the head hits the back of his throat. It's too much but he keeps himself there, tongue working, breathing through his nose before he pulls back up and pops off with a gasp.
He breaths deeply, catching his breath before he's back down, tongue pressed flat against the length of him moving from base to tip. He takes the head back into his mouth and glances up at Jesper, hoping what he's doing is enough for now.
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He whimpers at the loss of the warmth of Wylan’s mouth, but takes the moment to reach and brush any expanse of skin on the other boy he can, fingertips ghosting everywhere they touch. “You are so beautiful,” he mutters softly. He’s pretty sure he’s already said that but he doesn’t care because it hasn’t stopped being true. He wants to kiss him, but he’s too far away and all coherent thought is gone as Wylan sinks back down, tongue working, and staring up at Jesper through his lashes.
A low moan rumbles through his chest, fingers gripping the sheets and trying with everything in him not to buck his hips too much and choke him. The heat low in his belly builds and builds and builds into something white-hot that sends pleasant tingles across his entire body in a crescendo of pleasure. Wylan’s name sounds like a prayer from his lips as he peaks and topples over into a delicious wave of release.
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Saints.
This wasn't the day to experiment, however. Because as much as he wants to challenge Jesper, he knows that it's too late. They were too far into this. And when Jesper reaches his end? Wylan is taken back a little, nearly jerking his head off completely, come sitting on his tongue as he stays with his lips wrapped around the head. It takes him a moment, maybe two before he finally swallows, and sits up, gasping for breath.
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Finally, he leans up and slides one hand into Wylan’s hair, hand cupping around the back of his neck to pull him into a deep, needy sort of kiss. When he breaks for air, he stays close, pressing their foreheads together. “I love you.” He whispers softly, unable to stop the grin on his face.