Jesper likes beautiful people but he finds perfection boring, and it's fine because no one really is. All these little details about Kaz he's starving to know about. He never got to learn until now. His eyes seem fixed on Kaz's body, darting every time a piece of skin is shown, absorbing his sharp angles and he looks so perfectly him. Jesper's mouth is dry from desire and he swallows hard when Kaz touches his calf. Trust Kaz to be able to get him painfully hard from the smallest of gestures.
His eyes stare right at Kaz's cock and he longs to touch it, to feel that hard and soft skin, and then to taste. His tongue flicks out to wet his lips because of that exact thought. Jesper's been good about not revealing too many details of what he wants to do to him, so as not to cause any pressure. They are taking this one step at a time and they're already well past what either of them probably expected.
His heated gaze flickers up to Kaz's face when he talks and it takes all of his control not to throw himself on top of Kaz at that last part. He wants to consume him, make him moan, and he shakily takes a breath in and out. "Here, love, slick yourself up." Jesper gives him the lube and tries to remember how to think. Long enough for them to get into this for real, before thinking becomes impossible.
"I would never ask you to leave the Barrel, Kaz, because I love you exactly as you are. I love everything about you." He shifts his calf against Kaz's touch but doesn't ask for more than that. He slides his hand up and down on himself, slowly, knowing how easy it would be to get too excited looking at a naked Kaz Brekker.
"I'm not lying. I would think about your voice rasping in my ear and touch myself just like this. When you'd smirk a certain way at me or give me a sharp order during a shift, that night I would fantasize about you. I'd come with your name on my tongue, every time." And Jesper would go to work and try to hide the open lust, the way his eyes would blow out in desire when Kaz set off reminders of his dreams. Everyone who paid attention knew about his crush on Kaz, it was pathetic.
Jesper curls his thumb on his wet tip and moans, dropping his head back against the wall for a moment, shivering. "Did you neglect touching yourself too? How often did you let yourself come?"
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His eyes stare right at Kaz's cock and he longs to touch it, to feel that hard and soft skin, and then to taste. His tongue flicks out to wet his lips because of that exact thought. Jesper's been good about not revealing too many details of what he wants to do to him, so as not to cause any pressure. They are taking this one step at a time and they're already well past what either of them probably expected.
His heated gaze flickers up to Kaz's face when he talks and it takes all of his control not to throw himself on top of Kaz at that last part. He wants to consume him, make him moan, and he shakily takes a breath in and out. "Here, love, slick yourself up." Jesper gives him the lube and tries to remember how to think. Long enough for them to get into this for real, before thinking becomes impossible.
"I would never ask you to leave the Barrel, Kaz, because I love you exactly as you are. I love everything about you." He shifts his calf against Kaz's touch but doesn't ask for more than that. He slides his hand up and down on himself, slowly, knowing how easy it would be to get too excited looking at a naked Kaz Brekker.
"I'm not lying. I would think about your voice rasping in my ear and touch myself just like this. When you'd smirk a certain way at me or give me a sharp order during a shift, that night I would fantasize about you. I'd come with your name on my tongue, every time." And Jesper would go to work and try to hide the open lust, the way his eyes would blow out in desire when Kaz set off reminders of his dreams. Everyone who paid attention knew about his crush on Kaz, it was pathetic.
Jesper curls his thumb on his wet tip and moans, dropping his head back against the wall for a moment, shivering. "Did you neglect touching yourself too? How often did you let yourself come?"