[ If it’s not Jesper’s weirdness they’re used to, Sylvain’s is up there, too. This isn’t even the first time he’s carried someone home on his back. Although Hilda had been upright. And also very very drunk. ]

That could probably be arranged. If you ask very nicely.

[ As if he would deny Jesper much of anything, either. But it was also pretty fun pushing him to the point of ‘asking nicely’. Or just outright begging. That was always fun, too. ]

Clearly we don’t even know all of each others’ kinks yet. Maybe we should make a bucket list. [ Something he’s learned about from some of the more modern members among them, but he thinks its a great idea. Although he’s still not sure why there’s a bucket involved.

Still, he climbs the outer stairs to the Loft and then inside and down the hall. Mostly in the direction of his rooms, but turns into a different room one door too early. Which happens to be a cozy bathroom with a tiled shower in one corner and a massive clawfoot tub settled under the skylight.

A tub that is currently filled with hot steaming water that smells slightly of pine and spices. There are candles lit on multiple surfaces, creating a soft, soothing glow that dances around them.

It’s only once he’s inside that he leans forward and sets Jesper back on his feet, keeping hold of him to make sure he has his balance. At least until all his blood flows back to where it’s supposed to be. He casts his lover a wink as he straightens. ]

You’ll have time to talk me into bed, but first I need you naked for other reasons.