Jesper knows when he gets something special, a specific type of chemistry that only crops up in exact people. He and Sylvain had that heat from the start, before they actually hooked up. A spark between their eyes meeting alone. It is so fun to get started and to get addicted to it, which Sylvain makes easy. He is beautiful and passionate and so thirsty for Jesper, which of course is exactly what he wants to see.
Jesper does usually adapt to his partner's tastes, he is remarkably quick to do whatever, but it does seem he leans more into following his own instincts first. He takes charge pretty quickly, takes what he wants, gives what he needs. He moves his hands from Sylvain's ass to his thighs and then flops onto his back as Sylvain moves his hips just perfectly, taking him inside with each roll of them. He cannot keep up on his elbow as the pleasure rocks through him and at first all he can do is try to breathe.
"I agree, fuck." Jesper laughs breathlessly and reaches out to put pillows under his head to prop him up so he can watch better, since apparently his elbows are too shaky from the lust to be trusted. "If I could paint a picture of you right now and save it to jerk off to whenever I want, I would." Jesper doesn't know what sexting is for the obvious reason, and if he did know, he would absolutely be asking for nudes of his partners. They only have paintings as options!
Once Sylvain is snug and tight around him and fully sheathed, Jesper's hands run up his knees again under his thighs, squeezing. He moves his own hips around in a slow circle, his cock touching all of Sylvain's inner walls. "Are you going to ride me or just look pretty?"
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Jesper does usually adapt to his partner's tastes, he is remarkably quick to do whatever, but it does seem he leans more into following his own instincts first. He takes charge pretty quickly, takes what he wants, gives what he needs. He moves his hands from Sylvain's ass to his thighs and then flops onto his back as Sylvain moves his hips just perfectly, taking him inside with each roll of them. He cannot keep up on his elbow as the pleasure rocks through him and at first all he can do is try to breathe.
"I agree, fuck." Jesper laughs breathlessly and reaches out to put pillows under his head to prop him up so he can watch better, since apparently his elbows are too shaky from the lust to be trusted. "If I could paint a picture of you right now and save it to jerk off to whenever I want, I would." Jesper doesn't know what sexting is for the obvious reason, and if he did know, he would absolutely be asking for nudes of his partners. They only have paintings as options!
Once Sylvain is snug and tight around him and fully sheathed, Jesper's hands run up his knees again under his thighs, squeezing. He moves his own hips around in a slow circle, his cock touching all of Sylvain's inner walls. "Are you going to ride me or just look pretty?"