"You and I both know there are ways. It would mean organizing the Summoned though and I suspect that's a nearly impossible task from the things I've seen. They can work well together but for one, for the sake of making our stake and claim?"
He shakes his head, not believing that.
"But much as I delight in talking about such things, it's not that time now."
No. Not when they're touching and talking and all they're sharing between them. Which maybe says a lot to Jesper about how much things have changed. How much Kaz Brekker has changed.
He lets himself be guided to the bedroom, one of the few times he doesn't take the lead. In this he knows it's Jesper that will lead and he trusts him in every way, with all of him. That he doesn't think there's any doubt of left at this time.
Kaz nods as Jesper sets things down in what they're going to do, but the truth of the matter is, he is not really focusing on anything but the man before him. Especially as the buttons open and material parts and there's the beautiful lean lines of the man he loves.
"I remember, Jesper, and I know you'll respect that."
He doesn't want to though. Dammit but he wants more, and he's hungry for it and that shows in his gaze as it rakes over Jesper. Though he knew that he needed more. He wanted more.
Drawing a slow, deep breath, he exhales as he starts to take off his shirt. Beneath he's pale and scared with dark ink on his bicep and his arm, revealing the newer tattoo on his shoulder when he turns. The one for Dirtyhands, commemorating it as he had the boy he'd been with the R.
He feels self conscious but tries not to show it. Jesper is lean and muscled, whereas he knows he's on the edge of being scrawny. Years of doing without, of living on spite and revenge.
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He shakes his head, not believing that.
"But much as I delight in talking about such things, it's not that time now."
No. Not when they're touching and talking and all they're sharing between them. Which maybe says a lot to Jesper about how much things have changed. How much Kaz Brekker has changed.
He lets himself be guided to the bedroom, one of the few times he doesn't take the lead. In this he knows it's Jesper that will lead and he trusts him in every way, with all of him. That he doesn't think there's any doubt of left at this time.
Kaz nods as Jesper sets things down in what they're going to do, but the truth of the matter is, he is not really focusing on anything but the man before him. Especially as the buttons open and material parts and there's the beautiful lean lines of the man he loves.
"I remember, Jesper, and I know you'll respect that."
He doesn't want to though. Dammit but he wants more, and he's hungry for it and that shows in his gaze as it rakes over Jesper. Though he knew that he needed more. He wanted more.
Drawing a slow, deep breath, he exhales as he starts to take off his shirt. Beneath he's pale and scared with dark ink on his bicep and his arm, revealing the newer tattoo on his shoulder when he turns. The one for Dirtyhands, commemorating it as he had the boy he'd been with the R.
He feels self conscious but tries not to show it. Jesper is lean and muscled, whereas he knows he's on the edge of being scrawny. Years of doing without, of living on spite and revenge.