[ Jesper smirks knowingly back when Sylvain's voice goes husky, the promise of what they both suspected was coming in his eyes. He has never had a problem with distracting himself with sex, it's his favorite distraction, especially as it's not as harmful as gambling or violence. He's wanted the man since the moment he saw him and did plan on maybe leading up to this someday. More flirting or bonding, a lot of innuendo, they moved that way during the playful banter at the hot springs, and he doesn't mind building toward something fun. But he really has no patience at the moment. They understand one another very well.
It's telling that he doesn't even bother to talk back or joke, Jesper simply leans into the kiss with a hungry moan. The crashing of their lips together, the burning shoot of lust through him, gives him exactly what he needs. He opens his mouth immediately and draws Sylvain into a deeper kiss, his hands unable to stop moving. Through Sylvain's red hair, over his shoulders, down his chest, under his shirt to run hot fingers over his bare skin. ]
Saints. [ His head drops back against the door heavily when he needs to breathe. ] Take off your clothes or I'm going to tear them off you.
[ This is no joke, Jesper is worked up and he has the ability to melt Sylvain's clothes off his body like it's nothing. ]
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Continuation - NSFW
Date: 2022-11-04 02:45 am (UTC)[ Jesper smirks knowingly back when Sylvain's voice goes husky, the promise of what they both suspected was coming in his eyes. He has never had a problem with distracting himself with sex, it's his favorite distraction, especially as it's not as harmful as gambling or violence. He's wanted the man since the moment he saw him and did plan on maybe leading up to this someday. More flirting or bonding, a lot of innuendo, they moved that way during the playful banter at the hot springs, and he doesn't mind building toward something fun. But he really has no patience at the moment. They understand one another very well.
It's telling that he doesn't even bother to talk back or joke, Jesper simply leans into the kiss with a hungry moan. The crashing of their lips together, the burning shoot of lust through him, gives him exactly what he needs. He opens his mouth immediately and draws Sylvain into a deeper kiss, his hands unable to stop moving. Through Sylvain's red hair, over his shoulders, down his chest, under his shirt to run hot fingers over his bare skin. ]
Saints. [ His head drops back against the door heavily when he needs to breathe. ] Take off your clothes or I'm going to tear them off you.
[ This is no joke, Jesper is worked up and he has the ability to melt Sylvain's clothes off his body like it's nothing. ]