[ The curse is in his head this time, but still just as vehement. There's a visceral shudder that slips down his spine as Jesper's lips and fingers explore their way down his torso, lingering on old wounds that have long since lost their sting. Muscles twitch each time he finds a particularly sensitive spot and the nip to his ass gets a husky chuckle from him as he props his cheek on his arms and lets Jesper play however he wants.

The man spreading his legs and leaning down to kiss him again has a strained groan slipping free of his lips this time, teeth catching his lower lip in a bite as his breath audibly hitches in his throat. ]

Jesper, I'm pretty sure there's not a single thing you could do to me right now that I wouldn't love and give you absolute permission for. This is very okay and I am very invested in not stopping you from doing whatever it is you want to do.