[closed] when my depression works the graveyard shift

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WHO: Wilhelm & pals
WHAT: Catchall for PTSD spring
WHERE: Thorne
WHEN: throughout April and May
WARNINGS: will be updated as needed

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[itookashot]

Jesper runs a hand down his back and then slips right under his pants, underneath all the fabric to directly cup his sweet little ass and squeeze it. It also means he has a grip on it to pull Wilhelm closer to him, rising his hips up at the same time to keep rolling that friction between them.

"I created a monster," he says on a breathy laugh. He's hard as soon as Wilhelm's fingers caress him, blood in his brain dropping instantly, that's how good Wilhelm can get him sometimes. It's the playfulness, he loves it, he loves to see Wille relaxed and having fun, that positive energy an aphrodisiac.

"If you're impatient we can switch places and I'll ride you. That's what you want, don't you?" His other hand cups Wilhelm's face and he leans in to kiss him deeply, moaning into his mouth, sucking the air out of both of them. Only once they have to come up for more does he bite Wilhelm's bottom lip. "You can't resist being inside me."

Being his first time is a badge of honor in Jesper's opinion and he is very thirsty for it. He leans up and kisses Wilhelm's neck, licking his way down his throat and nipping at his collarbone. "I can be instantly open for you here. You can slide right in."

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If Jesper jumps in, Wilhelm jumps too. That's what it feels like, a current taking him away as he unzips his jeans to let Jesper squeeze his ass with greater ease, and grinds, and grinds, and grinds against him. Only, he's not drowning — he's floating, all warm and weightless in the heat of Jesper's kiss, basking in the sweltering hardness pinned beneath him.

"Who's impatient?" he teases, as if he isn't half breathless and hard as a rock in his suddenly too-tight pants. His head lolls back to encourage Jesper's mouth to slide down his throat, and his touch spins around Jesper's Wheel of Fortune tattoo. "Anyway, I didn't say I wouldn't..."

As comfortable as he is perched in Jesper's lap, he's pretty damn fond of the view from between his thighs too. Less gracefully than he hoped, Wilhelm slips off of him to kneel in the footwell. Whether there should be enough space for him to curl up there is up for debate, but somehow he fits. Wedged between Jesper's knees, he kisses a slow trail down his stomach, slips his hand inside his trousers to pet him. When his lips reach the top of the waistband, he tugs, pants and underwear both hooked in his hungry fingers, to spring his cock free.

"First, I'll suck you." He presses his lips to Jesper's shaft, a messy open-mouthed kiss to preview what comes next. "Then..."

He tilts a mischievous smile up at Jesper, on the verge of splitting into a laugh, letting him fill in the blanks to finish the rhyme.

[itookashot]

"Me, I'm impatient," Jesper says with a laugh. He also feels like he's floating or dancing on the cusp of something powerful, light-headed and thrilled, and he smiles as he cards his fingers through Wilhelm's hair. He makes room for him between his legs as best as he can, he has very long lean limbs, probably too long to be comfortable in small convertibles. But he's having fun so it doesn't matter.

His breath catches when Wilhelm's hand touches him and he moves his hips up so he can tug his pants and underwear down. Jesper shivers at the first press of lips to his hot and hard cock, the hand not tangled in his hair caressing Wilhelm's cheek. "Then you'll fuck me." He fills in for him with a laugh. "You better, been thinking about riding you since we got in this vehicle."

He doesn't care which seat it's in, but Jesper at least thinks very much about how obvious it is to find this sexy. The high speed, the power of the car, Wilhelm seeming so confident and easy behind the wheel, it was inevitable. And he suspects it was all on purpose, outside of a fun date Jesper's never been able to experience before.

"Anyone ever told you that you have perfect pouty lips? They look like they were made to suck me." Jesper smirks and purposely moves his hips so that he touches Wilhelm's face where he lets him, his shaft rubbing against his mouth and cheeks. Suggestive and pleading all at once. "It was one of the first things I thought when I saw your pretty face."

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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.

[itookashot]

"The naughtiest," Jesper agrees. As if he's been an innocent a day in his life, especially around Wilhelm, who he has wanted since he saw him. And yes, he wants a lot of people, but each one is special, and what they have is unique. They can go from sweet to serious to hilarious to sexy in the space of a few seconds.

He breathes uneasily when his tongue caresses so simply across him and he tips his head back with a soft moan. Wilhelm knows exactly what to do with him, as familiar as anyone could be. "Yeah, baby, perfect." That perfect mouth. Jesper caresses his cheek and pushes just a little bit up so he can feel himself thrust against the skin there.

He pets his hair, tangled fingers in it, forcing himself to push his head forward and meet Wilhelm's watchful gaze. It makes his cock twitch inside of Wilhelm's mouth and a shiver go up his spine. Being looked at like that. He's always been into voyeurism, and this is partly why, seeing the pupils dilate and the lust in his eyes.

"Fuck." He didn't expect him to go all like that fast but Jesper prefers it that way, being impatient. He watches himself go in and out of Wilhelm's mouth, trying not to push up into him fully without permission, but he's strung tight as a bow.

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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.