[ Sylvain takes advantage of that kiss, a low groan of appreciation muffled against Jesper’s lips as he lets his own hands begin to roam and explore. Over Jesper’s lean torso, fingertips tracing along ribs and muscle, even as he relishes the man’s caress on his own skin. It sends a shiver of anticipation sliding down his spine as he makes a quiet, eager sound against Jesper’s lips.

And then Jesper pulls back for air and… drops right to his fucking knees in front of him and Sylvain can’t quite bite back the husky curse that slips free from his kiss-reddened lips. ]

Goddess. You have no right to look as good right now as you do. [ He braces a hand against the door over Jesper’s head, watching him with a dark, hungry gaze. ]

I can think of a lot of things I’d like you to show me at the moment and absolutely none of them include clothes.