Sylvain is already making a very pretty picture. Jesper's only opening up and he's more beautiful than he has a right to be, a sexual dream in living flesh. "Saints, how are you this hot?" He wants to be inside of him. He wants it so much he goes almost mad with it for a second. It makes him move to two fingers with Sylvain shamelessly pushing back into them, opening him with aggressive directness.

He scissors his fingers in him and spreads, not wanting to take him too close so he grips Sylvain right underneath the head and holds him. His thumb does curl around to rub very gently at the tip of his cock, circling over and over again as a little tempt.

"Don't worry, baby, all you have to do is sit on my cock and it's the best show I've ever seen."

Jesper is rubbing himself against Sylvain at the same time, needing some kind of friction. He is trying not to hurry too much to be thoughtful but he is probably a little rougher than he should be, desperate.