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[ 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.

[ The high of lust is always good for him but it feels even better at the moment, like a genuine drug, and that could be Sylvain just as much as it is their affliction. It's not as if wanting him is new, quite the opposite. He already suspected that the moment they kissed it would only be a matter of time before clothes would be thrown off, and it's exactly as he wanted. Jesper never does anything in half measures. He wants it all. ]

Trust me, then.

[ Jesper looks at him with a smirk and Saints if he doesn't look just as good the way he is drinking Jesper in. His hands go for Sylvain's pants and his fingers curl into the fabric and while a rip would be satisfying, they instead seem to melt into his hands as if they're made of silk and liquid, all of it dripping away. To prove that he can be trusted, Jesper simply puts the strange cloth soup on the ground and just as easily it regrows, threading together, abandoned on the ground as if it was removed the right way.

He really is talented in more ways than one. He arches an eyebrow playfully after that but he is far more interested in his prize. Showing off is well and good but Jesper sighs, nosing at Sylvain's cock right away, breathing in the desire for it. His hands firmly hold Sylvain's hips and he runs his tongue and lips down the length of him. ]

[ This is more like the highs he's accustomed to chasing, even if this one has a flavor completely unique to everything that is Jesper. His lips quirk at the other man's statement, head inclining slightly in agreement. ]

That's probably a terrible idea on both our parts, but I do.

[ Although his eyes go wide at Jesper's little trick, blinking down at the pile of clothes now discarded on the ground, having not had to step out of them at all. ] Goddess. That's weird. Useful, but weird.

[ He might have had more to say on the matter or, worse, questions, but Jesper presses his advantage and proves his distraction techniques are more than successful. So much so that Sylvain makes a choked sound, forehead thudding forward to thump against the door over Jesper's head - quite possibly the only thing holding him upright right now. A visible shiver slips down his spine as his cock jerks at the contact, another hushed sound escaping him at the first heated slide of Jesper's lips and tongue on sensitive skin. He reaches down with his free hand, tangling fingers in Jesper's hair - not pulling or guiding, just needing to be able to hold on to him.

Goddess, why did they wait so long to do this again? ]

Shit.

[ Transmutation is definitely strange to look at, especially when it isn't clear what exactly is happening, but they can talk about it later. Much later. Jesper's far too busy taking advantage of Sylvain's very sudden nudity to think about anything else. Now that he's getting exactly what he wants, he's letting the familiarity wash over him, the perfect feeling of lust mingled with confidence. Jesper gets completely lost in sex, enjoying how easy it is to focus on the taste and sounds of his lover and let the rest of the world fall away.

Jesper laughs quietly when he hears that thunk on the door, knowing what it is, his mouth still traveling over Sylvain's cock. He can be a real tease when he wants to be, but right then he just wants to drown in Sylvain. His hand wraps around him at the base to hold him steady. ]

Pull the hair all you want. [ Jesper kisses the tip and glances up for a quick wink. ] Gag reflex isn't a thing.

[ Jesper loves this too much to have any limitations on either of their pleasure. That's how simple it became to him after quite a lot of experience. There is a playfulness in his tone but he wastes no more time. He takes Sylvain into his mouth and the only reason he goes slow is to enjoy it, humming once he's closed over the head and curling his tongue along the underside. ]

[ That admission gets a deep, raspy groan from Sylvain as his eyes slam close in realization. That grip in Jesper's hair tightens for a moment, but he lets Jesper set his pace before taking him up on that offer. ]

Fuck. I'm really regretting not suggesting we try this the last time we got naked together. [ Because trust him, it had certainly been a consideration at the time.

But as Jesper settles into it, he does test what the other man is comfortable with. Still testing to see with Jesper is more comfortable with control or surrendering - or what he might need in the moment. Sylvain is accustomed to adjusting accordingly and he's getting the sense Jesper might be, too. Which can be a bit of a conundrum sometimes when you put two of them together like this, but Sylvain thinks he can make it work easily enough. Especially with the state he found Jesper in earlier and how eagerly he'd sunk into this.

So he's watchful as his fingers tighten their grip, maneuvering Jesper's head back a little more as his hips rock forward, testing his words as he thrusts a little deeper into the glorious wet heat of the other man's mouth. ]

[ Jesper makes a noise that is probably agreement about them having done this sooner, especially considering it would have been very naughty (and sexy) if they hooked up at the hot springs. He is no stranger to the thrill of public locations. That will come up as they adjust to being lovers, since Jesper has no plans on letting this delicious man go regardless of the problematic reasons it began. It simply moved up the timetable of when they'd hook up. No harm in that.

He informed Sylvain about his lack of a gag reflex because he wants it to be tested out. He wants the sharp grip of fingers in his hair to hold him still and for Sylvain to take advantage. He is so eager as he lets Sylvain take charge of his head and he moans around him when he slides in, deeper and deeper. Jesper is a man of his word, his throat is soft and his mouth hot around him, putting his free hand on Sylvain's ass and squeezing, pulling him forward in shameless encouragement.

The hand on his cock rewards every thrust forward by stroking him a little faster than his movement. Jesper sucks in his lips as a tighter suction on Sylvain's head ever time he pulls back for extra sensation. He knows what he's doing and drops his hand from Sylvain's ass to undo his own pants and slip inside to touch himself. ]

[ It would be all too easy to lose himself in that decadent wet heat completely, chasing the pleasure that Jesper has so much expertise in offering. Except he hasn’t forgotten how they got here and has no intention of losing his head when he wants to focus on Jesper just as much. So he doesn’t miss when the other man’s hand falls away from him, vanishing lower, and its enough to drag his dark gaze away from the mesmerizing sight of Jesper’s pretty mouth wrapped around his cock. ]

No. [ There’s a hint of hoarse breathlessness in his tone, the strain from gathering his focus enough to speak when another slide of Jesper’s tongue has him wanting to moan instead. He fixes a dark gaze on Jesper’s face, lips twitching into a sardonic smirk as he holds his gaze, anticipation and hunger written in his expression. ] Hands off. Tonight that belongs to me. And when you come, it will be because I told you to.

[ Jesper's gaze flicks up to Sylvain's when he speaks and he'll see that same spark of hunger in them. The wave of lust that creates only makes him harder but he obeys without hesitation. If that's the way Sylvain wants to play it, he's all in. He knows he makes a good image and Sylvain's every movement and sound is doing it for him. There are few things better than the high of sex, but every detail of it he loves. But he's not going to make it easy for him to do anything other than give in.

He smiles around him and then goes right back only this time he decides to be mean. Jesper moves both of his hands to Sylvain's ass to hold him there and then he goes aggressive on him. He bobs his head forward and effortlessly takes Sylvain's cock all the way to the back of his throat, not ending it there but starting his own pace in and out, relentless and confident. ]

Fuck.

[ It's official, Jesper is way too good at this. Not that he's complaining, but it's clear to see he's going to have his hands full. Not that he minds that in the least. He sees that smile the moment before Jesper takes him deep and he can feel the way his throat works around the tip of him, ripping a choked-off moan from his lips as his hips rock him deeper. The hands on his ass draw him in but he's still braced against the door so he manages to pull back a little, his fingers still gripping in Jesper's hair as he doesn't let the man chase him. Smirking, he gives a chuckle as he drinks in his face before taking a step back, even though his cock aches at the denial. ]

Cocky bastard. Get up. As pretty as you are on your knees, I can't reach enough of you down there. And I have a perfectly comfortable bed to take advantage of.

[ Jesper outright whines when Sylvain pulls his prize away but he is playing the obedient role tonight so he lets him go. He does give him a pretty pout but gray eyes are amused as he stands back up. Jesper takes a moment to look over his beautiful bare body, having gotten rid of his clothes and then gotten distracted, sighing in open appreciation. ]

Saints, you're gorgeous.

[ Everything about him is pretty. Jesper could spend a lot of time covering all of his perfect skin with his mouth and he is considering it, although that is more for a lazy exploration round than the needy desire setting him aflame. He leans back against the door and grabs Sylvain's hips, pulling him firmly against him, tilting his head back to look up at him. He licks his lips. ]

Or you could fuck me right here.

[ He rocks his still clothed hips forward into him, his pants undone but on. ]

I would have let you fuck me against that wall, love.

[ When Sylvain manhandled him off to the side and pushed him hard. When he put his knee between Jesper's thighs to distract him. He means it too, there's no mistaking the knowing smirk. ]

[ That gets a throaty chuckle from him as he slides one of his thighs between Jesper’s legs once more, taking advantage of the friction from the fabric still between them. Sylvain is muscled and toned all over, something not always obvious when he’s dressed or in his armor. But he’s had years to hone himself into a weapon and it shows. He’s also got a few nasty scars from some past battles, although not as terrible looking as they could be, thanks to the efforts of the healers he knows. ]

I did notice you liked that. [ He gives a faint smirk as he slides his hands up along Jesper’s sides, pushing him back against the door once more. His thigh grinds up against Jesper, teasing him. ] Was it the manhandling, the chance of being caught like that, or a little of both?

[ 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. ]

[ The feeling of nails raking lightly against his scalp as Jesper tangles fingers in his hair gets a visible shiver from Sylvain and a soft hiss of enjoyment a moment before he kisses him back, hungry and demanding. He keeps him pinned there against the door as he lets his own fingers roam this time, exploring and teasing his way along heated skin, his own now flushing with arousal.

He’s achingly erect after Jesper’s efforts and he can feel how hard the other man is as well as he shifts in against him, teasing him with that friction. One hand slides down the slim planes of Jesper’s stomach, sliding the remaining fabric away so he can curl fingers around the man’s cock, giving him a slow, lazy stroke, even as he nips roughly at his lower lip. ]

Is that what you’re craving tonight, Jesper? To be pushed around? [ Sylvain watches his face with a dark, hooded gaze, giving his cock another torturously languorous stroke, drawing out the sensation. Wanting to see what reactions he can draw from the other man with differing approaches. ]

[ This is exactly what he needs and his lips are busy so all he can do is think yes, yes, yes as Sylvain pins him with his weight, whimpering against his mouth as his fingers move down and he knows he's about to be touched. Jesper pulls out of the kiss when Sylvain touches him, his head knocking back on the door with a loud bump, sucking in a ragged breath. He feels a shoot of lightning up his spine and he gets a moment of dizziness from it, shuddering. ]

Yes, I want you to fuck the thought right out of my head. And then I want to do the same to you until neither of us can move.

[ It really would solve his problem, at least for a little while, of wanting to crawl his way back to the cards and dice. If Sylvain's mouth is on him and they're still losing their minds to each other, it spares him time. If he aches all over from sex, it'll make him focus on that instead. It's perfect. He caresses Sylvain's nipples since they're there and pretty and locks eyes with him. ]

Do you have anything? [ If no that puts a damper on things but it doesn't mean the end either. ]

[ Another soft groan and the way his cock jerks between them is probably pretty clear proof that he is here for all of those suggestions. One more teasing stroke before Sylvain steps back abruptly, depriving them both - even though fucking him against the door really is tempting. Maybe they’ll try that later. ]

What a silly question. [ He flashes a smirk at Jesper before he heads for the small chest of drawers next to his bed. He opens the top drawer and retrieves a small dark bottle. ] Lose the rest of your clothes. Since I don’t yet know that handy magic trick of yours.

[ They can always go back to a seedy street another time in the middle of the night. Who knows. Jesper moans and he likes a little roughness with a dry hand, not for the entire thing, but for stimulation yes. It is a silly question but he's relieved all the same, he really means it when he says what he wants. He wants to be split in two, he wants that cock he lavished with his mouth inside of him.

He does want the door but he follows Sylvain to the bed, stripping as he goes. He is very quick about it, eager, pushing his clothes gingerly over his hardness and kicking shoes off before making it to the bed. Jesper flops onto it and makes a big show over showing off his body, confident and cocky for a reason. He then wraps a hand around himself and lazily strokes, gaze moving over Sylvain's body. ]

How do you want me, love? Move me.

[ He's already admitted to the hotness at the manhandling so when he stretches there is a challenge to a raised brow at him. Jesper wants to be pushed around as he said, he wants Sylvain to put his hands on him and take what he desires. ]

[ He has every reason to be confident and cocky - he’s fucking gorgeous. Sylvain doesn’t even bother to hide the way he drinks in the sight of him, eyes hungrily raking over every beautiful inch. Although he arches an eyebrow as Jesper reaches down to start stroking himself again. ]

What did I tell you about that?

[ He tosses the bottle at Jesper, at the very least giving him something to do with his wandering hands as he, too, crosses back over to the bed. He presses a knee down into the mattress between Jesper’s legs so he can crouch over him, hands sliding up the man’s thighs, then his hips, then higher, until he can push Jesper’s arms up and pin his wrists to either side of his head as he smirks down at him. ]

I want you in so many different ways that it’s a downright struggle to decide where to start. But I think like this is winning. I want to see every reaction, every emotion, play out across this gorgeous face of yours. I want nothing muffling ever moan and whimper I wring free of your lips.

[ Lips he bends down to capture once more as he keeps Jesper’s wrists pinned to the mattress. The only point of contact except for Sylvain’s mouth on his. ]

[ Jesper enjoys the attention, glowing under it, even if he knows he is attractive he still likes to be looked at. He has a feeling Sylvain is made in the same mold so he's openly appreciate the same way. His muscles are outrageous, he could trace every one of them with his tongue, he plans on doing exactly that. Jesper's reply to Sylvain warning him is a cheeky smile; he is testing his authority because he likes being put under his lover's control. He needs that tonight, he wants the power out of his hands, to feel helpless in a way that gives pleasures.

He catches the bottle and puts it next to him for easy access, spreading his legs when Sylvain slips between them and longing for touching him. It has been a few seconds and he is dying for it. Jesper's breath catches when Sylvain pins him to the bed and he openly groans, pushing his hands up just to feel how good that force is against him. He loves being trapped and arches his hips up against him, craving that friction. ]

Yes, you can have all of it, you can have everything, Sylvain. Just please give it to me.

[ Jesper's voice is raspy as he begs without hesitation, lifting one leg to hook over Sylvain's hip to open his legs in blatant invitation. He kisses him back with a desperate edge and strokes their tongues together, his hands curling underneath his grip. He was already hard and hot for it but he is clearly strained, needing more. ]

Come on, sweetheart. [ He whispers into his lips. ] Open me up, I want you inside of me.

[ He doesn’t let up on that pressure on Jesper’s wrists, letting him test the strength that restrains him. He knows what he’s doing, has done it himself before. There can be something freeing in trusting control over to someone you know won’t use that vulnerability against you. And he can already feel the way Jesper has relaxed since he’s given his mind something to focus on beyond the unhealthy cravings and addictions.

Although he’d tugged his magic awake a little while ago, just to keep monitoring things in the background. He didn’t want to risk missing anything. ]

Goddess. Already begging so prettily and I’ve barely touched you. [ There’s affection in his tone as he nips at the corner of Jesper’s lips. He shifts Jesper’s hands upwards so he can pin them there with one of his own hands, freeing the other one to slide down one trapped arm and cup against Jesper’s jaw as he tips his head back, deepening the kiss again. ] Greedy. I like that. I’m going to enjoy watching you come undone.

[ His hand reaches for the bottle and he uncorks it with his teeth before eyeing where he has Jesper’s hands pinned. ] I really need to learn if there’s a spell for this. [ He mutters the words under his breath, then glances down at Jesper again. ] Keep your hands above your head for me. Just like this. If you drop them, I’m going to stop touching you. And that’s not what you want at all, is it?

[ He only waits for any sign of acknowledgement before freeing his hand and leaving Jesper’s wrists there and spilling some of the oil into the palm of his hand so he can warm it. ]

[ Jesper likes sex in any mood or approach, there is no real limit to the types of sex he's enjoyed over the years, and here he's dabbled in anything from sweet soft sex to passionate handcuffed threesomes. It really does depend on his mood and Sylvain has targeted the mood he is in right now with ease. He feels a loss of control in his mind, he's been struggling and unable to clear his mind, so having Sylvain be a safe place to put his vulnerable body and mind into is integral. He trusts that they both will be enjoying this particular game, and he will get Sylvain back later.

He's very responsive and all his reactions are genuine. He sinks into the kiss with a happy sigh and arches up against him, the sting of the bite settling in so well with the same type of stinging pleasure. ]

A spell? Saints I love that you're impatient.

[ Jesper has to laugh at that. He agrees though, if there was a spell in order to make lube or move things faster, he would absolutely learn it as well. He is always eager to get down to it. Nothing can ever compare to the sensation of being filled and sometimes it's all he can do to keep himself from demanding it dry. He knows it's a bad idea but he gets so impatient. Even now he is getting to a mindless state where he just wants Sylvain inside of him. ]

No, I'll be good.

[ Well, that is mostly a lie, but Jesper doesn't want to test Sylvain's resolve on that, even if he suspects he could make the man break regardless. They are both too turned on for it to be easy to pivot away. But he still obeys, leaving his arms over his head, fingers curling into the sheets so he isn't tempted to fight back. Even if he would love to get his hands all over Sylvain's body right then.

He makes certain to keep his legs spread so Sylvain has easy access, heated eyes looking up at his new lover. ]

Fuck, you're so hot. I should've crawled into your lap in the hot springs.

[ Something in Jesper's words has Sylvain's gaze darting to his face again as he slicks his fingers. His lips quirk faintly as he gives Jesper's cock one more heated - and now slicked - stroke of fingers before his hands move lower. His hands cup up against his balls, playing with him, eyes dark and hooded as he watches Jesper's face and lets his fingers trail lower, circling slicked fingertips around that tight ring of muscle. Possibly dragging this out on purpose, despite his impatience. ]

I know you will be.

[ The murmured words hold layers of meaning in them and not all of them necessarily innuendo. But he casts Jesper a wink a moment later, playful mischief back in his amber gaze. ]

And if you're not, I'll just tie you to the bed. [ Although he suspects the other man might take that more as invitation than threat.

He chuckles and attempts to interrupt whatever retort he knows will follow that statement by sliding a pair of fingers past that tight ring of muscle to start stretching him. He's careful, but he suspects Jesper is even more impatient than he is right now so he pushes a little more than he normally would. Keeping the man distracted, breathless, his nerves under constant assault of pleasure and stimulation. ]

Fuuuuuck.

[ Jesper says on a moan when Sylvain's slick hand moves along his mostly neglected cock and he shivers as he touches his balls and starts to tease him. Sometimes Jesper doesn't mind being teased but he is definitely on the edge at the moment and wants to try to get him to move already. He plans on pushing toward that finger in a demanding way, but he is distracted by the threat that isn't a threat about tying him up, and his pupils dilate. That's how much he's into that idea. ]

Oh baby, you have no id---

[ The end of that sentence is unknown to him because Sylvain's finally sliding into him. Jesper relaxes almost immediately, there's no tension or need to go slowly, he is very down for this at all times. He can tell that Sylvain is being a little more forceful and he's so grateful for it, eagerly moving down into Sylvain's fingers. Since he is so easy it feels good right away, all he needs is more of it. He grips the sheets in his fingers and catches a breath, looking right at Sylvain with glowing hazy gray eyes. ]

Please, Sylvain, I don't need much, I promise, I like it rough.

[ That is an understatement. When he's in these moods he wants bedframe banging against the wall, bruises, bites, the ache that he'll feel for days, he is climbing up to that starving place. He is struggling to keep his hands where they are, wanting so much to reach out and pull him in, drive him crazy with his hands and mouth until all they can do is give in. He isn't allowed to do any of that so he has to entice with his looks and words, smooth as silk.]

Come on, you know you want to be inside of me. You know you want to make me scream.

[ Another chuckle, this one strained as Sylvain presses his fingers deeper, giving just enough strokes to feel Jesper relax around he intrusion. A third finger is added, because he know despite the words that there’s still a careful line between pleasure and pain and while he doesn’t mind straddling it, he prefers to still lean towards the pleasure side more than the opposite. ]

Oh, I do. And I want to feel you tight around me. Now who’s the impatient one?

[ It’s said teasingly, but the answer is still very much both of them. Satisfied by how his three fingers slide in and out of the tight grip of Jesper’s body, he spares a moment to slick his own cock before grasping Jesper’s hips and maneuvering him closer. The tip of his cock rubs against his entrance, teasing him for what is to come as he settles between the other man’s legs, watching him. ]

Alright, Jesper. You can let go now if you want.

[ Not that he gives him much time to digest those words, as he starts pressing into that tight, clenching heat with a soft hiss of pleasure. ]

Of course I'm impatient, look at you!

[ Compliments fall from his lips as easily as anything else but it's because he means them, full-heartedly. He already has gotten to kiss and touch Sylvain, who is outrageously beautiful and sexy, but he wants all of him. Jesper understands intellectually Sylvain is doing the right thing, and he's being far more thoughtful than Jesper himself is, but he moves against his fingers trying to get more out of them. Nothing will satisfy him though.

Not until Sylvain positions and Jesper's heartbeat skyrockets, he immediately cradles Sylvain between his legs as he settles in. He whines when he can feel him but he simply rubs and swears under his breath, so needy right then and not even sorry about it. The permission is given at the exact right time because Jesper might not have been able to help himself. He groans loudly as Sylvain fills him, one hand diving deep into Sylvain's hair, the other to his shoulder to dig in fingers. ]

Yes, thank you.

[ It's relief that floods him first because he was very much on the edge and getting desperate, and now he can focus on how intense it all feels. The burn is both too much and perfect and he is so swelteringly hot. Jesper's breath runs a little ragged the deeper Sylvain goes and he hooks a leg around him, trying to pull him in. That is how bossy he can be. He is completely past worrying about gambling or anything else, completely wrapped up in this instead. ]

Sylvain.

[ He says his name like a caress, looking up at his face, smiling. ]

[ Sylvain’s skin is flushed and a breathless moan works its way free as he stretches Jesper the rest of the way on his cock. He’s so tight around him that Sylvain’s a little worried but the noises Jesper is making makes it obvious that none of this is too much for him.

He feels those legs hook around behind him and he rocks a little deeper, a little rougher, changing up the angle of his next thrust as his hands slide to Jesper’s hips and yank him closer, sinking deep as he holds the other man’s gaze, his own dark and hungry. ]

I’ve got you. [ He repeats his earlier words, lips forming them against Jesper’s mouth before he kisses him deep once more. But the tone he calls his name with has him chuckling and thrusting deep again. ]

Not quite begging yet, but it will do for a start. You’re the gorgeous one here, Jesper. I could watch you like this for hours.

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