[ Jesper groans when he puts his thigh there again, hard as a rock himself and seeking friction but rubbing himself against it. Jesper is very thin himself but compact, lean muscle the only thing on his skinny bones. He doesn't really have many scars himself, his extraordinary good luck usually keeping him out of harm's way, outside of the harm he does to himself. In all the fights he's had and close calls, it's usually him internally injured, all those years refusing to use his abilities. Now he does them to melt clothes off a hot man. An excellent choice.
His breath catches when Sylvain pushes him again and he runs his hands over his chest, scratching lightly, curling a hand into Sylvain's bright red hair. Sylvain already knew that it turned him on before, considering he got him out of his gambling obsession with a well-timed seduction. ]
Both. Sometimes I crave being pushed around.
[ He suspects Sylvain may be like him, someone easy to adapt to whoever is with him, open to most things. Jesper sees no reason not to be open about what he desires, what he likes. Right now, he does want to be pushed around. Maybe to get out of his head and stop obsessing over what he can't change, maybe because it's a guaranteed way to chase something just out of reach.
He surges up to kiss Sylvain, all passion and hunger again, wanting nothing more than to hear the race of his own heart, the breath knocked out of him, not come up for air until spots are in front of his eyes. He wants and wants and wants. ]
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Date: 2022-11-08 02:11 am (UTC)His breath catches when Sylvain pushes him again and he runs his hands over his chest, scratching lightly, curling a hand into Sylvain's bright red hair. Sylvain already knew that it turned him on before, considering he got him out of his gambling obsession with a well-timed seduction. ]
Both. Sometimes I crave being pushed around.
[ He suspects Sylvain may be like him, someone easy to adapt to whoever is with him, open to most things. Jesper sees no reason not to be open about what he desires, what he likes. Right now, he does want to be pushed around. Maybe to get out of his head and stop obsessing over what he can't change, maybe because it's a guaranteed way to chase something just out of reach.
He surges up to kiss Sylvain, all passion and hunger again, wanting nothing more than to hear the race of his own heart, the breath knocked out of him, not come up for air until spots are in front of his eyes. He wants and wants and wants. ]