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.
A gasp escapes him at the drag of teeth against sensitive skin, though it is in no way a complaint or ask for it to stop. He shudders in anticipation as Wylan makes his way down, fingers skimming across his sides and his hips rock involuntarily at the grip of Wylan's hands. He bites his lip and drags his fingers gently through Wylan's hair. "You are so beautiful," he mumbles softly.
He can't begin to guess at whatever thoughts are whirling through Wylan's mind at the moment, but all Jesper can do is stare up at him with unaltered adoration. How had this merchant's kid captured his heart so easily? And did he even know he had it in his hands?
Jesper moans, back arching slightly. "Now who's the tease?" he asks with a grin.
Wylan doesn't hesitate as he grips the base of his cock and wraps his lips around the head. This was something he was still getting used to, the feeling of having Jesper in his mouth, but he enjoyed doing it as much as he got it. He sucks lightly, tongue brushing across the slit as he uses his hand to stroke the rest of his length.
He hums low, using his spare hand to hold down his hips from bucking up without some resistance, taking just that little bit more into his mouth to give Jesper a taste of what he planned on doing. He planned to unravel him, planned on bringing him to bliss by the end of this (if he got the chance. If Jesper doesn't get too impatient and turn the tables on him).
Jesper lets out a soft moan at the wet heat of his mouth, and it's good Wylan's free hand is steadying him or he really might have choked him with the involuntary his hips tried to roll up into the feeling. "Mmm... Wylan..." he practically wines.
It's very hard to think about turning any tables when Wylan is working his tongue in all the most delicious ways on his most sensitive areas. He'd asked for this, really, so why would he do anything to end the road toward blinding, white-hot bliss? Fingers of one hand scraping across Wylan's neck, the other hand fisting into the sheets as he sees stars, Wylan's name passing his lips in a moan.
This was what he wanted to hear - his name from Jesper's lips. The whines spurring him on to suck a little harder, to twist his hand as he strokes up and down. There's a thrilling aspect to all of this, knowing what he was doing to Jesper with each pass of his hands and lips. His tongue presses flat against him licking up before he starts to take more of him into his mouth.
He could handle this, he tells himself, and while he's certainly no expert, he's not doing too bad. Wylan groans against him, enjoying the heady, salty taste of him against his tongue. The whole act of being in control of Jesper's pleasure spurs him on, a longing to do more.
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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Date: 2021-07-22 03:24 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2021-07-22 04:04 pm (UTC)He can't begin to guess at whatever thoughts are whirling through Wylan's mind at the moment, but all Jesper can do is stare up at him with unaltered adoration. How had this merchant's kid captured his heart so easily? And did he even know he had it in his hands?
Jesper moans, back arching slightly. "Now who's the tease?" he asks with a grin.
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Date: 2021-07-22 04:50 pm (UTC)Wylan doesn't hesitate as he grips the base of his cock and wraps his lips around the head. This was something he was still getting used to, the feeling of having Jesper in his mouth, but he enjoyed doing it as much as he got it. He sucks lightly, tongue brushing across the slit as he uses his hand to stroke the rest of his length.
He hums low, using his spare hand to hold down his hips from bucking up without some resistance, taking just that little bit more into his mouth to give Jesper a taste of what he planned on doing. He planned to unravel him, planned on bringing him to bliss by the end of this (if he got the chance. If Jesper doesn't get too impatient and turn the tables on him).
He'd prove how much he wanted him.
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Date: 2021-07-22 08:52 pm (UTC)It's very hard to think about turning any tables when Wylan is working his tongue in all the most delicious ways on his most sensitive areas. He'd asked for this, really, so why would he do anything to end the road toward blinding, white-hot bliss? Fingers of one hand scraping across Wylan's neck, the other hand fisting into the sheets as he sees stars, Wylan's name passing his lips in a moan.
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Date: 2021-07-22 10:35 pm (UTC)He could handle this, he tells himself, and while he's certainly no expert, he's not doing too bad. Wylan groans against him, enjoying the heady, salty taste of him against his tongue. The whole act of being in control of Jesper's pleasure spurs him on, a longing to do more.
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Date: 2021-07-23 12:39 am (UTC)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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Date: 2021-07-23 09:37 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2021-07-24 01:30 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2021-07-24 08:41 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2021-07-25 05:14 am (UTC)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.