He loves the feeling of Jesper's eyes on him, transforming him into something beautiful. There's a weight to his grey gaze like there is to his touch skimming his spine, sparking across his skin. Like they're holding a conversation without words, Wilhelm grins as he follows the familiar pathways of Jesper's muscles and tattoos.

He's learned a lot from the other boy, on afternoons just like this. How to voice the things you want. How to tease, which is just another way of lighting a fire. As Jesper draws his thumb across his lip, Wilhelm smudges a kiss against the callused pad before taking it into his mouth to suck. Gentle and sweet, but there's nothing so innocent about the look he sears Jesper with.

"You want me to suck your dick?" The question drips softly into Jesper's ear, punctuated with a kiss dangled from the lobe. His fingers trickle down his tan stomach, tugging open the buttons on his pants, tracing the heat of Jesper's cock through fabric. Wilhelm could just will all of his clothes away on a whim, but this is more fun. "Mm...but I'm so comfortable right here..."

He feigns reluctance with a pout that's not to be trusted. His body, though, tells a story about impatience as he rolls his hips onto Jesper, sighing into the friction burning between them.