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[ 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.

[ Jesper is only tight because he wants to be and he proves that when Sylvain goes deeper inside of him by purposely clenching tighter around him, a smirk on his face that shows he knows exactly what he's doing. He waits until Sylvain's sunk in and moving in him to hook his legs more intentionally around his hips, flexing them to hold him locked in. He encourages him to thrust with squeezes of his legs and he is easily out of breath, glad that Sylvain isn't going easy on him.

He leans up into the kiss and sucks on his tongue, fingers curling in Sylvain's hair and then jerking his head back with his grip, grinning. ]

Mmm, we're going to have hours, darling. Hours and days and weeks and months.

[ He tugs Sylvain's head down to take another hungry kiss from him, biting on his lip. Jesper doesn't even think about this in terms of limitations. It wouldn't occur to him that this would be a one night thing. Why would it? Jesper likes to keep his lovers, first times can be fantastic, but twentieth times even more so. Perhaps he shouldn't assume that it would be welcome, but he also doesn't think like that. He feels it, he wants it, he says it. ]

Though you really need to stop playing around and fuck me.

[ 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.

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