That gets a snort of laughter from him, squirming slightly as those fingers skim along his stomach. “Sweet?! I think I’m insulted.”

He shifts enough so that he can shrug off his shirt with Jesper’s help and then immediately dives right back into that kiss, relishing the soft moan he makes. He slides to straddle him and then pulls back enough to skeptically eye the clothes Jesper still has on.

“So. How hard would it be for you to teach me how that magic works so I can conveniently melt your clothes off?”