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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.

[ It's always a pleasure to find someone as bendy as he is in the bedroom. Jesper likes playing any role, he is very adaptable, but he isn't really in the mood right now for something soft and sweet. Maybe later. There's too much buzzing through him, too much strain and hunger, and he wants to continue to try to purge it this way. In the best possible way. Sylvain is going right along with the shift, moving his body up at Jesper's physical demand. He holds his hair firmly to keep him arched just like that, at the ready for him.

Jesper settles behind Sylvain, his knee pushing his thighs open just a little wider so he has more access. He is up higher on his knees, pushing his thighs behind Sylvain's to frame them, taking himself in hand to guide himself. ]

Of course, darling, anything for you.

[ That sweet message given, Jesper snaps into him a little faster than he ordinarily would, but he sensed that rough edge turned Sylvain on, so he's playing into it. They could both enjoy it at the moment. He thrusts in entirely and groans loudly, that tight hot heat so perfectly wrapped around the whole of him. He swears and takes a good moment to simply shiver and let it overwhelm him. ]

Saints, you are perfect.

[ He is all rippled muscle and beauty at the moment and Jesper decides to take his time now that he's in him. The cry for immediate release is in the back of his mind but he starts a slow but hard pace, sliding all the way in and out with each stroke, snapping into him roughly each time. There's room so that Sylvain can push back against him if he wants to, but Jesper's mostly in control, taking and giving to his liking. ]

[ Jesper, if you keep praising him like this, he's going to get a big head. Bigger head? But he finds Jesper's continued use of pet names as he does adorably endearing at the same time.

Reacting to the mood he's picking up off Jesper, Sylvain's more than happy to meet him in the middle, adapting to offering the same. If Jesper needs to vent whatever he's feeling or struggling with, Sylvain's more than willing to let him use him for this. He's not even going to try to deny that he finds the whole thing ridiculously hot, but that seems to be anything involving Jesper, he's found. So he capitulates, gives himself over and lets Jesper take the control as much as he likes.

He bends for him, held taut by the grip in his hair, and he can only imagine what that looks like for the man behind him. It must be good, considering the way Jesper curses and then pushes into him without warning.

He can't help but arch with a strained cry at that - it's sudden and deep and his body shudders around the abrupt intrusion. Muscles burn in the attempt to accommodate Jesper's length as the man sinks deep and then hesitates there to adjust and enjoy. Sylvain can't help the instinctive clench around him, relishing the burning stretch and craving more of the same.

It's what has him rocking back against each of Jesper's thrusts when he starts to move, eager for more, encouraging him on. The hard pace has his breath coming in ragged gasps for air, moans slipping free when Jesper's hips snap in to bury himself completely, over and over again. It's relentless and dizzying and perfect. ]

Jesper, fuck, I think you're the perfect one here.

[ Jesper loves using pet names for his lovers, it's little displays of affection to him. He waits after Sylvain's initial cry out to make certain it's of the good kind and also to give him a few seconds to adapt before he moves again. Besides, he enjoys those precious seconds of being fully sheathed, the power of this position making him feel particularly good about it.

Once Sylvain starts to move with him though he is reassured it's what he wants and the many noises he's making in obvious pleasure only egg Jesper on more. The clenching around him makes him choke for a second, sucking in breath. He changes up the pace for fun, going from his thorough and deep thrusts to shallow but fast, jerking Sylvain back onto him with the grip on his hair. His whole body feels like it's on fire and Sylvain's hot and welcoming. ]

You sound so good, love those moans.

[ Jesper moves his free hand around and curls it around Sylvain's hard cock. He strokes him far slower than the movement of his sharp hips. He releases Sylvain's hair but holds onto his shoulder instead to keep him in place, digging fingers in to keep him there. Jesper abruptly stops the movement of his hand and holds him Sylvain under the head so he can't release without his permission. ]

Look over your shoulder at me, sweetheart, I want to see your pretty face when you beg me to let you come.

[ Turnabout really is fair play when Sylvain insisted on it himself. ]

Fuck. [ That's just cruel, Jesper! Luckily he loves it anyway, even though his muscles shudder and clench around the thickness of Jesper's cock, trying to taunt him into more anyway.

But at the playful demand, Sylvain takes a deep, shuddering inhale and glances back over his shoulder at the man behind him. His eyes are dark and hazy, pupils blown wide with lust, and there's a visible flush on his skin from how much he aches to come. Jesper knows exactly how to tease and Sylvain is thoroughly enjoying that fact.

But he manages a hint of an impish grin, even as he rocks back to take Jesper deeper. When he speaks, it's not to beg, even though his voice is strained and breathless as he focuses long enough to get the words out. ]

I don't want to come until you do.

[ Sylvain looks like a full-out wet dream in that moment, and it's definitely something Jesper will lock away when they're not together. The flush of his face and his dark eyes and the sweaty need between them. He is beautiful and there will probably be times when they're together in public and Sylvain will look at him similar to this and Jesper will get hot from it without needing anything else.

Jesper is flushed too, eyes almost a pure silver now in the heat of things.]

So pretty. And yet, not listening.

[ Jesper grins right back at him and he does allow him to push back and does exactly what he wants. He fucks into him hard and deep again, his hand sliding down his shoulder to his hips and firmly holding Sylvain in place so he can't try to move back anymore. He applies pressure so he's somewhat pinned at the hips and has to accept what Jesper gives him.

He waits until he can feel that he's managed to thrust into his prostate, having been changing up his thrusts and angles specifically to get that sweet spot, and the moment he does, he stops. That's right. Stops. He's deep inside of Sylvain but not moving, his hand holding him from coming at the same time, and he raises an eyebrow. ]

Did you say something?

[ This isn't easy for him either, his entire body is screaming, but Jesper has enormous control over himself. ]

[ It should be a little consolation that Jesper is also torturing himself at the moment.

But it’s not, really. Not after that purposeful stroke over his prostate that had sent his nerves lighting un in reaction, pleasure sparking blindingly through him. And then… nothing.

As much as he enjoys being difficult, as much as he’d relished the way Jesper had pinned him down to keep him from moving, the stillness that follows was all the worse for it. The breathless whine of protest escapes him before he even realizes it’s happening and while the temptation to be a brat a little while longer is strong, Jesper depriving him of everything now is a far stronger motivation.

Besides. He’s already figured out he’s going to be very bad at denying Jesper Fahey anything he wanted. ]

Fucking… please, Jesper! Fuck me. Make me come on your cock. Please, please, I’ll beg you as much as you want. [ His body shudders caught torturously there on the edge, his body clenched tight around Jesper’s cock. ]

[ It is torture but it is obviously worth it to him. Jesper can tell he's found someone right for his specific type of tastes and since most of his lovers are on the Horizon, it is very nice to have something so very real for him to touch and enjoy. They both were seeking relief tonight, but they got more than that. He actually laughs at Sylvain, he's so mean really, but he knows it turns them both on to play like this. ]

Oh I should make you beg until you can't speak, baby. Another time.

[ There is so much promise in that and Sylvain now knows that Jesper can back up his words. Luckily they are both so close to the edge that he can give them exactly what they need right away. He immediately starts moving again, driving himself directly against Sylvain's prostate relentlessly, slamming into him without any pity or remorse, but that's because they don't need it. They need release and they need it now.

His hand starts stroking him exactly as fast, going from zero to a hundred in less than two seconds, pumping him demandingly and rubbing his thumb along the head, spreading precum all over him, preparing to get him to come. Jesper doesn't deny himself anything either, the clenching around him and the rise to pleasure snapping him well past it and tumbling over the edge. He doesn't stop moving into Sylvain through his entire orgasm, dragging it out, wanting to get them both strung out of it. ]

[ Even if he’d intended to try and hold back until he could feel Jesper come, when Jesper does start to move again, he shatters what’s left of Sylvain’s control in the process. A keening cry escapes bitten lips as Sylvain’s body arches back, the repeated strokes against his prostate whiting out his vision and making his body tremble at the relentless stimulation.

The hand resuming its strokes around his cock is what sends him over the edge though, muscles clenching down tight as he cries out something that might be Jesper’s name as he spills over the other man’s hand and down over the bed. His body is still greedily tight around Jesper’s however, as he feels the rush of heat as the other man chases his pleasure.

In the aftermath, he’s breathless, gasping raggedly for air as his forehead rests on the back of one arm. His legs are trembling and he’s pretty sure Jesper can probably feel that. Along with the tremors that shudder through him in aftershock of the intensity of that orgasm. He’s sore, but in the best way, and he relishes every ache he can feel. ]

Fuck. You’re right. We are definitely doing that again.

[ Gun to his head, Jesper would probably say that the rush of lust is far better than anything else. Adrenaline is amazing no matter what, and sometimes he is definitely in the mood for a fight or trouble, and gambling is a rush but it makes him feel sick too. Lust is always good, or maybe it's just always good for him. Maybe there are times he shouldn't chase it, but times like now, he is oh so glad that he did.

Jesper is also gasping for breath, unable to stop from sagging his body on top of Sylvain's and resting much of his weight on him for a few seconds. His hand drops from his cock to try and get some purchase on the mattress to hold himself from completely dropping on top of Sylvain. He moans in response considering he's definitely orgasmed the hell out of his brain for a few seconds as his brain cells try to reboot. It's only sensation at the moment and he loves it.

He has the good sense to pull out of him before he actually does collapse, instead merely collapsing next to him helpfully, face down into the mattress next to him. He deliriously smiles and groans as he pulls up his arm to rest his own forehead on it, turning his head to look at Sylvain. His body aches from both rounds now and the thing is, his fire is usually only simmering. ]

Gimme five minutes.

[ Jesper says and then laughs. Well laughs and gasps for breath at the same time. ]

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[ Sylvain doesn't even try to bite back an answering laugh, collapsing onto his side with a groan a moment later. He's close enough, however, that he can roll near enough to press a kiss to the back of Jesper's shoulder, where he's sprawled beside him.

He loves the sight of that smile. He can't help but return it, reaching out to flick a damp strand of hair off Jesper's forehead. ]

Have I told you how beautiful you are? Because I feel like I really need to. Although you've been excellent at making me forget just about every train of thought I've had tonight.

You have but I never get tired of hearing it.

[ Jesper turns on his side facing Sylvain and immediately lifts a hand to his cheek, snuggling in close without a moment of hesitation. Perhaps other people aren't so affectionate in the afterglow, but Jesper loves contact. He slides his leg between Sylvain's legs and leans in to kiss him slowly, sweetly. His fingers caress through his hair much more gently than the rest of tonight. The sharp edge is off but the desire is far from gone. ]

Thank you, love. I could use a night free of my demons.

[ He won't be able to escape it forever, but he feels less afraid of being sucked back in as long as Sylvain's body is in the way. ]

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