He lets Jesper slide his cock over his face, lowered eyelashes and parted lips mimicking passivity even as he angles his head to nuzzle into the movement and ghost his lips against Jesper's shaft. So appealing, his impatience, Jesper reaching for him with his whole body. The thing that's awakened deep in his belly and prowls under his skin is hungry for it.

"Naughty." Wilhelm pronounces it like a judge passing a sentence. Guilty. Straight to horny jail.

But apparently he's a lenient judge, because he's curling his fingers around Jesper's cock and poising his "perfect pouty" lips over the flushed head. He teases his tongue over the slit, gaze bending upward to watch Jesper. He has learned his reactions by now, the shape Jesper's mouth makes around moans and gasps, whimpers and groans. The angle of his adam's apple when he throws his head back, the heated slate his eyes color. He loves them in the way you're predisposed to love familiar things. So, as he wraps his mouth around Jesper's cockhead and starts sucking like he's trying to drink him, he keeps watching.