Sylvain is pretty sure that is meant to be his line as well, since Jesper frequently leaves him speechless with how gorgeous he is. And how often he thinks about dragging him off to bed again. It's been downright distracting.

But that shameless increase in speed, the roughness of Jesper's impatience, gets an open-mouthed moan from him as muscles burn from the stretch. Still, Sylvain has no objection to any of this, so he only bucks back against that rough intrusion encouragingly, more than happy to take whatever Jesper's giving him right now. Because otherwise he might get too impatient himself and take it all on his own.

But it does serve to push him very high very quickly and by the time Jesper curls fingers more tightly around the head of his cock, he's already panting raggedly. The restriction gets a whine from him in protest, especially when he adds the motion of his thumb to sensitive skin to drive him even more mad - there's nothing little about the temptation Jesper offers in the least and his hips rock, chasing the friction as well as the stretch, caught between them and impatient for more.

He drops his head to kiss Jesper hungrily, a little sloppy in his distraction. "Fuck. It's enough." It might not be, but he's too worked up to care right now. "I need to feel you inside me, Jesper."