[ This is why at a point Jesper realized he needed this more than anything else. He is caught up in a storm of agonized pleasure and dizzy, simply holding on for the ride now, and it's beautiful, it is the best way to go crazy. The only thing that exists for him is the man inside of him, hearing his words but they feel a mile away, he's floating in that second on the edge before it all comes back into focus. He holds onto Sylvain and their eyes meet so they feel very connected in that moment, sweaty and desperate and full of unrestrained lust.
The roughness of Sylvain's body slamming him into the mattress is a complete contrast to the electrifying touch of his hand to Jesper's cock and that is what sends him over the edge. His body is loose and open and taking in everything Sylvain is giving him. If Sylvain wants to feel him it is right out there, Jesper is not a restrained person, all he's feeling is good and that any ache or pain only makes it better.
He cries out when a thrust hits him at exactly the right time a hand stroke goes and he comes, still moving through it, clenching very tight around Sylvain as he does, wanting to hold him inside. Jesper surges forward for one more kiss as the ecstasy crashes and whites everything out in the room to him. ]
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The roughness of Sylvain's body slamming him into the mattress is a complete contrast to the electrifying touch of his hand to Jesper's cock and that is what sends him over the edge. His body is loose and open and taking in everything Sylvain is giving him. If Sylvain wants to feel him it is right out there, Jesper is not a restrained person, all he's feeling is good and that any ache or pain only makes it better.
He cries out when a thrust hits him at exactly the right time a hand stroke goes and he comes, still moving through it, clenching very tight around Sylvain as he does, wanting to hold him inside. Jesper surges forward for one more kiss as the ecstasy crashes and whites everything out in the room to him. ]