"I'll fix it better than before, you know I take clothing very seriously." Jesper makes clothes for everyone he loves because there is something very delightful about seeing them wear it and appreciating his own skill. On his lovers it's particularly delicious though, having thought of every stitch with their body in mind. He turns his own pants into ribbons, it's the fair thing to do considering what he did to Claude, and his fingers get coated in lube from a tiny flicker of his finger. He takes himself in hand but doesn't do more than that, watching.

It's a beautiful sight. Sylvain and his shock of bright red hair, Claude's fingers tangled in them, his giant build behind Claude and around him. His eyes take their time traveling over their muscular bodies, over the inches he's spent time putting his mouth on over the centuries, and he is smug and pleased in his seat of honor at the moment. His tongue runs over his lips when his gaze fixes on Claude's cock and the stroke of a large hand on it, thinking about the taste of it in his mouth.

"I want you to fuck him, Sylvain. The details and position are fully up to you two, I can make a perfect view wherever I want." Jesper is remarkably good at modifying space around him for his own pleasure, so he can just make himself move if he needs a different angle, which he absolutely will. For now he's content to watch them put on their own pornography for him, a reward of the highest order in his opinion. He only does one teasing stroke on himself from bottom to top and then wraps his hand right under his head, holding it firmly so he doesn't get too excited.