"Saints look at you." Jesper murmurs as Sylvain intentionally puts on a very nice little show. His mouth brushing all over his cock, the run of his tongue to taste the tip of him and it's all great. He is flushed and sweating, pushing up from his elbow to let his fingers grip into the mattress and hold him up. He wants to watch and this is the easiest way.

When Sylvain sucks his finger into his mouth Jesper's pupils dilate wide and he bites his lip hard, his breath coming in a little too fast. He then has to gasp in air as it feels knocked out of him when that beautiful mouth covers part of him. His fingers in the blanket twist and his fingers tighten sharply in Sylvain's hair.

"Yeah, just like that, baby." Jesper's voice sounds rough and low, and his eyes are fixed on Sylvain's lips around him. "Been thinking about this all week too."