[ His eyes slam shut as Jesper leans into the teasing, breathless moan escaping between his bitten lips. It's a struggle not to push back against the slide of that tongue, seeing more, but Jesper's hands gripping his ass help keep him anchored in place. But he doesn't do much to stifle the noises Jesper drags from him, encouraging more, even if it's not with actual words.

Although his groan takes on a note of protest when that tongue withdraws. He's breathless, skin flushed with arousal now, and when he feels that finger rub against his entrance, he can't help but try and push back against it, seeking more. Wanting to feel Jesper inside of him. ]

What do you want me to say? Because it's really hard to focus on anything past how badly I want you to fuck me right now? [ There's amusement in his voice, but it can't quite disguise the strain in his voice as he shifts beneath Jesper slightly, muscles stretching as he rocks back shallowly in invitation. ]