Jesper is a talker and that is a guarantee when it comes to the bedroom. He will talk someone's ear off and there have been times he's made someone come by words alone and a simple touch. He likes to hear it too, it gets his heart pounding. He's a full package type of guy, he wants to feel it on every level. Touch and taste, sound and sight.

Kaz's words and face, for example, are making him go crazy. The fact he does this so little and that he's enjoying it flushed and needy now that Jesper is there, it's significant. "Fuck," is all Jesper can groan when Kaz calls him baby and then his face goes red and he can see the sweat on him. He wants to lick it off, he wants to clean his cock off now that it's spurted on him, he wants to kiss him more than anything.

"I love you." He says it before he comes so it's all the more true because it's not in the throes of pleasure. But Kaz also already knows. His heart beats for him. He stops holding back and lets himself take what he needs, furiously beating off so he tumbles over the edge not that long after Kaz. Some day he'll teach him how to go slow, but damned if these early days aren't fast and insane. They're both too pent up.

He bends his head back and gasps in air, his own skin flushed and a smile on his face, getting lost in it. Jesper can lazily reach and telekinetically pull a towel toward them to wash up, but first he puts his hand out to Kaz, gray eyes hazy.

"Put some of you on my hand. I want a taste."