As soon as Jesper starts pushing, Wilhelm loosens his jaw to let him in, cradling the underside of Jesper's cock on his tongue. He tilts his head to let him rub against the inside of his cheek, gaze sizzling like lightning, and then he changes the angle to take him in deeper. Past a certain point, it becomes impossible to hold eye contact, but he can be satisfied by the breathy weight of Jesper's voice.

It used to be that he didn't know how to react to the dirty talk dripping hot and heavy from Jesper's tongue. Now it's a game, drawing the words out of him. It's part of the fun.

He starts bobbing up and down, sucking in his cheeks for a snugger fit on the upstroke and at the top of the rhythm swirling his tongue around the velvety head before taking the plunge again. One hand holds Jesper's cock steady, but the other hooks in the loose fabric of his trousers, still trapped around his gorgeous thighs. That's appealing too, the evidence of their shared impatience, the carelessness of it all — something he couldn't afford in his old life.

Soon enough, though, the urge to finish tugging them off wins Wilhelm over. The awkward, dogged maneuvering that should ensue gets smoothed out by the magic of the Horizon. One moment he's yanking at Jesper's pants, and the next he's already tossing them aside.