That instruction - no, that demand Jesper issues only gets the smirk on his face to widen when he takes it as encouragement. Not just for the movement of his hand when his next stroke of Jesper's cock is deliberately slower for the sake of being ornery and because that insistence is effective as it always is. Whatever retort Claude had for the sake of offering one becomes a noise swallowed up between the two of them when a familiar mouth crashes into his.

It's another firm instruction and this one he heeds instead of continuing to be difficult as he moves his hand faster. The pace now matches the lack of air as he uses it to fuel that want, that need, that desire which has his own cock beginning to harden again the closer Jesper gets to the edge. And when he comes that moan is music to his ears, though he doesn't let the other god get away quite so quickly, out of breath or not. The next kiss isn't really much of one since it's broken up by grinning against Jesper's mouth before he glances to catch Sylvain's very pleased gaze.

"If we didn't already have plans, I'd say we should fuck Jesper just like this between us. A sight to save for another time with more mirrors so we don't miss a second." Or maybe they could use the last part for now as with a wave of his hand they're cleaned up again and the oil returns to his hand when desire's not faded even with them all being sated as he looks back to Jesper. "Or you and I could give Sylvain a show."