Jesper's intentionally avoided Mag's Inn because he doesn't want to face Inej, but also he doesn't want to face any of it. He would rather keep hiding out here. It would be very easy to just run away, it's not as if Kaz can run after him, but he is so tired. He also feels like he's burning, not tired, so much energy running through him at the same time. It's very unsettling and then the whispers are in his head too.
When Kaz comes that close to him, he might be able to notice the shift. Jesper's gaze is wide and startled, but then they smooth out and there's a glimmer in them Kaz has never seen directed at him before. He might know it though, from Jesper's many affairs, the way he smiles as sweet as honey, challenge burning in his gaze. One terrible temptation to the next and it's changed because he knows now. He knows that Kaz wants him, despite the fact they can't touch yet. And there's a predatory glint to it.
He reaches out not to touch any skin but instead to place his hands on Kaz's shirt. Still only fabric, caressing up to his chest and curling in the fabric. There's influence in his voice when he speaks next, curling around them both. Touch can make it stronger, the dark whisperings on his voice now, the god's affliction underneath. "Don't be mad," he murmurs intimately, looking down at Kaz with open desire. Kaz is the one who closed the distance between them but he is using that.
"Let me make it up to you." This is not something Jesper would ordinarily do. He is really caught into dark emotions and temptations, the fact that he is a seductive and addictive person is simply amplified. But he usually knows better, especially with Kaz. He would not risk what was building between them, but all he can think about now is chasing another need, another desire. He is more susceptible to influence than more controlled people will be, a side effect of being so reckless and open. "You know you want to, Kaz. I don't need to touch your skin." His hands slide suggestively downward.
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When Kaz comes that close to him, he might be able to notice the shift. Jesper's gaze is wide and startled, but then they smooth out and there's a glimmer in them Kaz has never seen directed at him before. He might know it though, from Jesper's many affairs, the way he smiles as sweet as honey, challenge burning in his gaze. One terrible temptation to the next and it's changed because he knows now. He knows that Kaz wants him, despite the fact they can't touch yet. And there's a predatory glint to it.
He reaches out not to touch any skin but instead to place his hands on Kaz's shirt. Still only fabric, caressing up to his chest and curling in the fabric. There's influence in his voice when he speaks next, curling around them both. Touch can make it stronger, the dark whisperings on his voice now, the god's affliction underneath. "Don't be mad," he murmurs intimately, looking down at Kaz with open desire. Kaz is the one who closed the distance between them but he is using that.
"Let me make it up to you." This is not something Jesper would ordinarily do. He is really caught into dark emotions and temptations, the fact that he is a seductive and addictive person is simply amplified. But he usually knows better, especially with Kaz. He would not risk what was building between them, but all he can think about now is chasing another need, another desire. He is more susceptible to influence than more controlled people will be, a side effect of being so reckless and open. "You know you want to, Kaz. I don't need to touch your skin." His hands slide suggestively downward.