Goddess, Jesper's the kind of lover it would be easy to get addicted to. Both beneath him and in the way he's so good at picking up on what Sylvain likes as well, because fingers in his hair - playing or gripping, it doesn't matter - is something that always sends a delicious shiver down his spine. Has his eyes darkening a shade in pleasure and hunger.

He sees the way Jesper's gaze is fastened on his mouth and his lips quirk as he presses another kiss to the tip of his cock, and then playfully down the vein along the underside, feeling the heat and hardness of his arousal as he tastes him. When he comes back to the tip, it's to swipe his tongue out and lick at the salty wetness he finds there, humming in delight.

He pauses when Jesper's fingers trace along his lips, parting them briefly to playfully suck one of those fingers into his mouth instead, but he smiles at the request, cheeks lightly flushed and eyes heated and bright as he meets Jesper's gaze. "Well, since you asked so nicely... Consider me at your service."

And he obliges him, lips wet and parting as he sucks just the tip of him into wet heat, tongue playing against sensitive skin as he bobs his head and takes Jesper slowly, gradually deeper.