Maybe this is absolutely everything Kaz has needed, and he's realizing in that moment why he's avoided it in many ways. There's absolutely no way for him to focus. There's no thoughts in his mind in that moment but Jesper and pleasure.
Even his fears and his past were distant thoughts.
Everything is so changed, and it's a realization of how far he'd come. Even in the year and months that he had been in their new world. Years of phobia, of hiding his skin away and keeping a distance between himself and everyone else.
Yet those boundaries between him and Jesper are gone, and if he hadn't truly been aware of that before he knew now as he stared at the beautiful and sensual man next to him. Jesper was Kaz's opposite, his mirror, the one that was all that Kaz wasn't. Outgoing. Friendly. Caring. Exquisite.
And in this moment absolutely in control and utterly sexier than Kaz is sure he can handle.
'And if I don't make time for it, then what?"
He can't help himself, his usual wicked and cruel way of putting distance into things, and yet he suspects he's going to listen, and explore, and teach himself what pleasure is given he's done all he can to block it from his life for as long as he could.
Of course, that challenge is for Jesper to give him more, and loving the thought of it. Just like this right now.
Licking suddenly dry lips as he runs his hand along the length of his own cock, aching already for more of the sensation. Finding his stark gaze shifting between the way Jesper's hand moves over his own cock and then up to the expression on his handsome face.
He finds himself utterly caught up in need and trying to think when his brain is most certainly short circuiting. But he does do what he's told without even thinking about it. Sliding his pale hand along his length, groaning in a deep rumble that is barely beneath vocalization.
"Jesper... please."
He's not even sure what he's asking for but he knows he need and wants more.
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Even his fears and his past were distant thoughts.
Everything is so changed, and it's a realization of how far he'd come. Even in the year and months that he had been in their new world. Years of phobia, of hiding his skin away and keeping a distance between himself and everyone else.
Yet those boundaries between him and Jesper are gone, and if he hadn't truly been aware of that before he knew now as he stared at the beautiful and sensual man next to him. Jesper was Kaz's opposite, his mirror, the one that was all that Kaz wasn't. Outgoing. Friendly. Caring. Exquisite.
And in this moment absolutely in control and utterly sexier than Kaz is sure he can handle.
'And if I don't make time for it, then what?"
He can't help himself, his usual wicked and cruel way of putting distance into things, and yet he suspects he's going to listen, and explore, and teach himself what pleasure is given he's done all he can to block it from his life for as long as he could.
Of course, that challenge is for Jesper to give him more, and loving the thought of it. Just like this right now.
Licking suddenly dry lips as he runs his hand along the length of his own cock, aching already for more of the sensation. Finding his stark gaze shifting between the way Jesper's hand moves over his own cock and then up to the expression on his handsome face.
He finds himself utterly caught up in need and trying to think when his brain is most certainly short circuiting. But he does do what he's told without even thinking about it. Sliding his pale hand along his length, groaning in a deep rumble that is barely beneath vocalization.
"Jesper... please."
He's not even sure what he's asking for but he knows he need and wants more.