This isn't what Jesper fantasized about when it came to them but it's better because it's real. It's really Kaz and him barely a few feet apart, taking pleasure in themselves and in each other's presence. Kaz was game for this much and he's given so much of himself to Jesper already. He may want more, but this is more, this is everything.

Kaz looks so good it should be illegal. All that beautiful skin of his just begging to be caressed and kissed, which he can't have, but he likes to look. The way he licks his lips! Rude. Jesper stares at him, lost in the sensations but also in the eroticism of the moment.

"You will make time for it. Because it feels so damned good." He sounds confident because he is. Now that Kaz has a taste for the ecstasy, and knows he can lust after someone while he touches himself, he'll be drawn to the feeling. Jesper knows this from personal experience.

"Oh fuck, yeah, baby, beg me." Jesper's breath starts coming out in pants as he strokes himself faster. "You can do it, love, faster, just like me." He can last a lot longer but he doesn't want to, not when his eyes are feasting and his body wants Kaz more than he can handle. He wants to see him though, it reminds him of that first time, pushing Kaz against a wall as he rutted into him. The way Kaz's face looked when it went slack with pleasure, so he holds out, as his desperation grows.

"Come, Kaz, please, let me see you, you're so beautiful."