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[ Sylvain’s rhythm falters for a moment as something flickers in his amber gaze. But its there and gone so quickly, it’s easy to miss. And he makes up for it by fucking Jesper a little rougher, a little deeper.

His hand delivers a playful smack to one ass cheek in silent chiding as he nips at Jesper’s lip. Fingers tangle in his hair and this time it’s Jesper’s head that’s held back, exposing his throat, tugging his body taut as Sylvain changes the angle of his thrusts once more. ]

Greedy bastard. That really didn’t sound like begging at all.

[ There’s amused affection in his voice however and he lets one hand slide up around Jesper’s hip to trail a single fingertip up the underside of Jesper’s leaking cock, swirling his thumb over the swollen head of it. ]

[ Jesper laughs out loud at the slap because there is never a time he is so intense that his playful spirit doesn't thrive. Besides, he loves playing around in bed, just as much as he likes being slammed into a mattress. It's fun to see that Sylvain's the same, although he already suspected that about him. Banter is natural.

The laughter however dies when Sylvain jerks his head back instead and goes at a different angle. That is exactly the right angle as he hits Jesper's prostate and he nearly comes off the bed, making a choking sound. Humor is replaced with clinging as a hand press into Sylvain's back and nails dig in sharply to hold on. He rocks his hips forward into Sylvain's hand and suddenly every nerve ending on his body is on edge. ]

Please, just like that but harder, please.

[ The bite of nails into his flesh earn a soft hiss from his, his eyes darkening, but the way Jesper moans and arches beneath him is beautiful to watch. And with those ‘please’ uttered in a desperate tone, Sylvain doesn’t mind giving him exactly what he wants.

He keeps Jesper’s head tipped back, holding him in this pose as he begins to rock into him, maintaining that angle but making the pace faster, rougher, deeper. His hips snap up into that warm supple body and he hisses out a breathless curse of his own as he bites down on his lip and struggles not to get lost in the chase of his own pleasure. ]

Fuck, you feel so fucking good, Jesper.

[ There is something so satisfying about simply surrendering to sensation and feelings, to focus only on what Sylvain's body is like as it presses into him, filling him with heat and pleasure. Jesper's legs try to lock Sylvain in, heels digging into his thighs, going from encouraging to simply holding on for dear life. All he can do is grip onto Sylvain with his limbs and let him take control of the situation, his cock hitting places that make him see stars. ]

Yes, Saints, Sylvain, fuck me.

[ He is sounding less demanding and needier, breathier, now, everything outside of this room is completely unimportant. No gods even exist in here, only Sylvain's mouth and body and the way they move together. His hand scratches from Sylvain's shoulder down his back and digs in at the center, his other fingers tightly wound in Sylvain's red hair. ]

You said to wait ... until you told me I could ....

[ Jesper groans and tenses up, he is very close to the edge with every time Sylvain drives into him, looking up at Sylvain with desperate eyes. ]

Come in me, I want it, please.

[ He strains up against Sylvain, his cock hard and seeking friction and permission. ]

I did. [ His voice is hoarse and strained, a breathless rasp as he maintains the rough rhythm that was driving them both closer and closer to that edge. ] And you’ve done just as you were told. See? I knew you’d be good for me.

[ He’s done teasing now. He can feel in the way Jesper shudders around him, by the desperate lookin his eyes as he holds the other man’s gaze. He’s close - they’re both close. ]

Let me feel you, Jesper. Let me feel all of it. I want to fee you come undone around me. [ And he frees one hand to wrap it around Jesper’s cock, fingers still slicked slightly from the oil earlier, just enough to keep the friction smooth and heated as he strokes Jesper in time to his own deep thrusts as he buries himself deep. ]

[ 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. ]

[ He only makes it a thrust or two more before it’s too much and he’s burying himself deep with a hoarse cry. His lips crash against Jesper’s as he pushes him back to the bed and loses himself in echoing pleasure, tumbling over that edge right along with the man beneath him.

Panting for air, his kiss softens, stolen and quick between breaths as he waits for his pulse to stop pounding deafening in his ears. But his amber eyes flutter open again, warm and liquid like honey, and he doesn’t do anything to hide the fond smile splaying about his lips as he brushes a finger against Jesper’s cheek. ]

Wow.

[ This all started because of Sylvain pinning him against something, but the best possible end of that is being crushed into the mattress like now. Jesper feels a rush of pure joy and he is filled to the brim, they're connected, breathing each other's air, feeling each other's pulse through their joined bodies. This is why he's never really satisfied with one night stands; why give up after one or two excellent tries when you haven't perfected it yet?

He manages to come back to himself, a little drunk on lust, and smiles back at Sylvain. His fingers release their death grip on his hair and he caresses it instead. He remembers to also remove his nails from his back, although Jesper keeps his arm around him. ]

Wow times two.

[ He chuckles and pulls Sylvain down to kiss him. This one is sweet and tender although it lingers, there's promise in it. It shows the genuine care he feels. ]

Mmm, don't move yet, you feel fantastic.

[ That gets a muffled laugh from him as he kisses him back, the sound rumbling in his chest as he shifts just enough to make sure he isn’t crushing the guy completely. ]

I don’t think I could at the moment, even if I wanted to. Which I don’t, for the record. [ He smiles into the next kiss, brushing Jesper’s hair back off his face. He’s pretty sure his is tousled all over the place by now too. ] It’s been a while since I’ve had that much fun.

[ Jesper doesn't mind the weight on him, unsurprisingly it's one of the benefits of being in this position. He likes how steady it feels, how real it is, grounding him in the moment. He is feeling wonderful though, still floating, endorphins everywhere, his breath finally starting to slow but he can't stop smiling. The reasons for them needing to come here are far away, for now.

Sylvain's hair is messy and Jesper definitely made it worse, but it looks really good. He cups Sylvain's cheek. ]

Darling, it's just begun. There's so much more fun left to have.

[ Jesper is never satisfied so easily and they are both healthy and young and passionate. He is liking these sweet moments though and he always leans into them. He loves being wanted, but he craves being liked just as much. His other hand runs down Sylvain's back and to playfully cup his ass and squeeze it. ]

You are so gorgeous.

[ Sylvain chuckles, eyes sliding shut as he turns his face into that touch against his cheek, grinning. ]

Gorgeous enough to have you coming back for more, then? Good, my evil ploy has succeeded. [ Playful and lighter than he's felt all week, he squirms a little, which has him shifting within Jesper but also playfully pushing back against that hand he can feel on his ass. ] Or maybe I'll just keep you in my bed for the next week...

Oh yes, love, you're mine now. I never let go of my good partners.

[ Not when he can have them many more times! The only exception is when he devoted himself to Wylan, but that is something that made sense for everyone involved. Jesper is far looser with his affections since coming here and Sylvain is making it easy. He gasps a little at the squirming as it makes Sylvain move inside of him and it feels good. Oversensitive maybe, but so good.

Jesper hooks his leg around Sylvain again at a good angle and then with a quick push, rolls them over, Sylvain still inside of him. He is graceful at this, he's done it many times before. Now he gets to look down at that pretty face, his hands moving along Sylvain's defined muscles. ]

I'll bring lube with us next time we're in that area, I really do want you to fuck me against that wall.

[ It'll be fun when it's them intentionally planning it rather than it being a stressful situation. Jesper kisses the tip of Sylvain's nose. ]

[ Sylvain has long thought himself far past the stage of blushing - he honestly can’t remember the last time it happened. Compliments and flattery rarely brought it on after all. But Jesper’s earnest expression of intending to enjoy all this again?

That means more than all the pretty words and flattery he could ever think of. He can feel the tips of his ears redden and he’s a little relieved when Jesper flips them, hoping the movement will give him time to hide the way his skin has flushed slightly.

He can blame it on the breathless groan he makes as Jesper shifts above him now, his hands sliding over sensitive flesh. Yeah, he’s at the brink of oversensitive, too, but he does nothing to stop Jesper’s wandering hands, or the delicious tightness of his body around him, above him. ]

You’re not planning on getting us arrested, are you? Do they have rules about that I need to be worried about here? Otherwise, sure. [ He smirks, rocking his hips up tauntingly. ] I’ll fuck you against any surface you like. Or beg you to fuck me, I guess. That works, too.

[ Jesper does see the blush and it's adorable, although he assumes it has more to do with lust than embarrassment. Sylvain doesn't strike him as that type. It would be very sweet to know the reasons for it, but he is far more focused on just how everything feels right now. Which is great, fantastic, lovely. A little sensitive but sometimes the edge of that can be delicious. It's a wonderful view too, Sylvain all flushed and sweaty beneath him. ]

They definitely have rules against it, but that's why it's fun.

[ Don't ask him why he knows that. Or rather, you don't have to ask. It's pretty obvious. Jesper getting arrested for having sex in public is probably better for him than the other reasons he could be, like stealing or getting aggressive during gambling. He doesn't want to think about that now. He groans when Sylvain moves against him and scrapes his nails on his chest. ]

I do like the sound of that. Sorry about this.

[ The sorry is because Jesper rises up off of him. It's not ideal, he would really rather keep Sylvain inside of him as long as possible, but the angle makes it difficult for him to do what he wants. Which is adjust between Sylvain's legs and actually take the time to explore his body. Jesper was on a one-way track to Sylvain's cock earlier, now it's clear he just wants to have fun. His mouth travels down the curve of his neck, down to tease one of his nipples and suck it into his mouth. ]

Fuck!

[ The curse comes out as half-groan and half-whimper as Jesper stretches out more comfortably against him and then lets that devious mouth of his start to explore. He shivers when he feels Jesper pause to tease one of his nipples, skin sensitive and nerves still all too alight after their shared pleasure.

He strokes a hand down Jesper's spine, still craving as much contact as he can steal for himself, fingers tracing their way down the man's torso as he gives Jesper free reign to do whatever he likes. He's still catching his breath anyway. ]

I don't think you're sorry at all.

[ Jesper loves the journey to learning everything about his lover's body and needs, cataloguing every reaction as he goes. It's the perfect time between rounds to explore and Sylvain's body is the type of thing that should be thoroughly appreciated. The sorry was actually about getting Sylvain out of him, but he's making up for that soon enough. He moves his body down so he's the one cradled between Sylvain's legs, their positions reversed from before, but that's the fun of being with someone as easy to switch around. ]

How can I be sorry when your body is this sculpted?

[ Jesper runs a hand down Sylvain's side and curls around his thigh, squeezing as his mouth enjoys moving all over his chest. He spends more time teasing and licking each nipple, knowing it's on that line of too much, so he's not being rough about it. He sits back for a moment and turns his finger in a circle. ]

Flip over, love. I want to see all of you.

[ Sylvain had groaned, one arm flopped over his eyes as Jesper turned his full attention to exploring and teasing. He doesn’t bother to hide his reactions from the other man. In his own way, he knows exactly what Jesper is doing - he’d done the same, after all. Learning him, exploring him, cataloguing everything he could learn from the reactions and sounds he teased free. Turnabout was fair play and all that.

Besides. He hadn’t been lying when he’d stated it had been too long since he’d indulged like this. The warzone back home hadn’t exactly set the ideal atmosphere for seduction. And even then, any dalliance he took part in was a careful balance of what he could allow and what he couldn’t. And rarely did he find anything so equal in give and take as this. No, back home it often fell into one of two categories: those who wanted to impress him and those who wanted to use him.

Neither really made for all that satisfying an encounter, all things considered. Oh, that didn’t mean he abstained, of course - he had a reputation to maintain, after all. But it had certainly made his skirt-chasing something far closer to Jesper’s draw to gambling than any real enjoyment of the game.

This, though… This had felt different from the moment he’d first met Jesper and he was still trying to figure out why. And what he should do about it.

He peers out from beneath his arm when Jesper sits up, however, lips quirking in amusement at the statement as he considers being difficult or not. But that feels like it would take far more effort than indulging him, so playfulness aside, he gave a rather dramatic huff as he rolled over, flexible enough to slide his legs around where Jesper still knelt, so that he could stretch out on his stomach instead. ]

Better?

[ Here, there were a few more scars more visible than on his front. The puncture marks of a pair of arrows on the back of one shoulder. A long gash low on his ribs that curved around his side. Something that looked like a burned starburst on one hip. He’s not overly self-conscious about any of them, doesn’t really give them a second thought anymore, in fact. ]

[ When Jesper first arrived here, he had just agreed to a monogamous relationship where they were living together, and he was excited to see what his life had in front of him, as a kept boyfriend of a rich boyfriend. Why not, for a change? This entire situation was a let down for quite some time, and he had his share of heartache. It didn't take long for him to find comfort in sex, but it was only recent that he changed his Horizon so it no longer resembled the Van Eck Mansion. It took him a long time to actually get past the idyllic life he thought was his.

Sex for Jesper has always been something he could hide in, that he could enjoy without needing to be burdened with anything else. His relationship to sex and his lovers has always been a healthy thing, so frankly, he's the right person to be with when delving into longer-term affairs. And he is always happy to pull sexy people with him. Selflessly, of course!

Jesper waits until he turns and his hands go immediately back down to touch him, although now he has some scars to trace. He knows Sylvain's a warrior and assumes they each have a story. He leans down to right beside Sylvain's ear, nuzzling it.]

Perfect.

[ He murmurs and kisses his ear before moving his mouth down the back of his neck. Jesper admires the long length of his back, the powerful muscles defined even here. It is clear what he's doing when his lips touch the puncture marks on the shoulder and then the gash by his ribs. His hands run down to the curve of his ass and he squeezes it, sliding down the bed. He playfully nips one of Sylvain's ass cheeks, not too hard, smiling. ]

Is this okay?

[ Consent is key even after they've had an enthusiastic round and his question is clear when he gently spreads his legs and places a kiss very deliberately between them. ]

[ 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.

All you had to say was yes, but I appreciate that extra enthusiastic consent.

[ Jesper laughs and honestly, what better way to reward someone who saved him from his worst habits with sex, his favorite thing in the world? It's a distraction that will make them both happy for a short time within all the madness. He's going to grasp it. He settles down on the bed right behind Sylvain, laid out much the same way but with his head in a far better place. He uses his elbows to put them right behind Sylvain's thighs and encourages him to spread them a little to make room. ]

Feel free to keep talking though.

[ Jesper doesn't only like to talk, he likes to listen. And Sylvain sounds particularly lovely when he's barely able to breathe. He uses his hands to hold Sylvain's cheeks and part them so he can move in for the kill. The first thing he does is a slow lick against his hole. Jesper has already proven how good he is with his tongue but he has a new layer to show off as he teases his opening with an experienced curl and then sweeps it inside. ]

That is going to be...

[ Yeah, he can't even get out a complete sentence when Jesper starts doing that. An attempt was made? Sort of?

Goddess, the man is far too talented with his tongue. ]

...very difficult with you back there.

[ Jesper is passionate in everything he does which Sylvain has learned tonight and will keep learning. He starts out slow because he is enjoying the unfurling of arousal and thirst between the two of them again. He runs his hands up and down the globe of his ass, holding him in place, firm and confident. And then he lets go of the leash and leans into it, plunging his tongue inside, stroking against his walls. He is tasting him with the single-eyed mission of plunging them into madness.

He knows where the bottle of lube went after their first go and releases one hand off him to get it wet. Jesper removes his tongue to give Sylvain a break from his intense unraveling to rub his fingers up against him. ]

And what if I said you won't get any more of this unless you talk?

[ It's a threat with no teeth, Jesper would never stop here. It's just for fun. He played the submissive well but now it's his turn. He slides a finger in, kissing right about him but not going in again, not without a little persuasion. ]

[ 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. ]

[ Every noise is beautiful to his ears. The breathy moans echo for him and he is very pleased. If there is one way to build them back up to arousal, this is an easy route, and one he clearly loves doing considering his enthusiasm. Sylvain makes it worth it. He's so eager as he rocks back into Jesper's finger and he smiles. He graciously goes up to two to give him more and at first he lets Sylvain's body chase it, but he uses his fingers to hold him open and goes back to licking deeper into him. He laps at him like he's a five-course meal and then he shifts to aggression, firmly thrusting his fingers into Sylvain.

He pulls back his head when he can tell he's worked him up enough and still slides his fingers smoothly in and out. ]

Up on your knees, darling.

[ Jesper's other hand curves on his ass and then to his thigh, encouraging him up as he requested. Once that is satisfied and Jesper can settle in closer behind him, his hand runs over the beautiful skin into Sylvain's hair. And with a very forward move, he curls his fingers into his hair and pulls up, a demand that if followed would get him onto his hands as well as his knees. They are still playing around and learning each other, but Jesper is back on edge.

He opens him enough to feel comfortable and slicks himself up, hard as a rock all over again with no real need for lead up, but he only rubs himself against Sylvain for now, teasing the same way he had. ]

Turnabout is fair play, Sylvain. You know what to do.

[ Beg him, just as Jesper had done the same. ]

[ Sylvain loves the rough edge to the play as much as Jesper had, something he's sure is easy to pick up on as Jesper teases and torments him. There's a soft hiss at the stretch of muscles, but he loves the faint burn of it. Craves even more of it.

His eyes are dark and hazy when Jesper urges him up on his knees and Sylvain doesn't struggle against this. It's clear he has no hesitation about switching between the roles they've played so far and when Jesper grips him by his hair, his body bends into the hold, sinuous and limber, letting himself be guided and maneuvered just how Jesper wants him. It even gets a breathless little whimper from him, eyes sliding shut once more as he revels in the sensations assaulting his nerves, letting himself lose himself a little more deeply in it this time around with Jesper in control of what they're doing.

A whimper that turns into a breathless whine when he can feel that cock tease against his entrance but not push its way inside yet. The absence of Jesper's fingers stretching him open is already an ache he badly wants filled. ]

Fuck, Jesper, please fuck me? I want to feel every fucking inch of you.

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