abraxaslogs | There is a swelling storm and I'm caught up in the middle of it all

Sylvain gives another low hum that vibrates around the sensitive length before he pulls back, reluctantly releasing Jesper’s cock, although he still drops one more adoring kiss on the tip of it as he lifts his head enough to smirk up the length of Jesper’s body.

“I do seem to recall you saying something about wanting to watch me ride you…” His voice is a little strained and hoarse, his lips reddened and slightly swollen, but he’s grinning with lazy pleasure, anticipation dark in his eyes.

"Damned right you're going to ride me, Sylvain." While some part of him (a very hungry and hard part of him) is dismayed at the loss of his mouth, Jesper tells himself to calm down because better things were coming along. He reaches over to the bedside, of course he keeps lube as close as he can in his own bedroom, and settles back on the bed with a smug smile.

"Get your pants off and come right here." He slaps his own flat stomach playfully so Sylvain knows where to sit. He needs to prepare him first but it'll be easier if he can sink down right after. "Giddy up, gorgeous." Jesper waggles his eyebrows, always someone happy to be playful in the bedroom.

“Pretty sure that’s meant to be my line, actually.”

Sylvain just shoots him a cheeky grin as he laughs. He shifts off from straddling Jesper just long enough that he can wriggle out of his own pants, dropping them over the side of the bed before shifting up to where the other man had indicated a moment before. Although he playfully trails his fingers up the underside of Jesper’s cock once more before he settles into place, smirking down at him with a dark glint in his gaze.

“I’m the one doing the riding here, after all.”

"Good point, I fully expect you to say giddy up. Loudly."

Jesper is being playful although he probably would laugh a whole lot if it ends up happening like that. He is a big believer that the best types of relationships involve a lot of laughter. He likes to be friends with his lovers. It makes everything better. He gives a very light whap to Sylvain's now bare ass when he touches his cock again. Mean. He's glad to have the cooling off period required for prep so he doesn't come too fast.

He slicks up both of his hands and his cock right now so that there will be no need to pause in between, when Sylvain's ready. Jesper moves his fingers between Sylvain's cheeks and slides one into him, still starting out easy to be thoughtful. His fingers are very long and slender. His other hand wraps around Sylvain's cock to get him hot and bothered now, although he strokes him very slowly, making certain every one is from top to bottom.

"I expect you to put on a good show, you're not going to let me down, are you?"

Sylvain would like to thoroughly endorse this kind of relationship. Even if his experience with such is tragically slim. He's more than happy to give it a try, however, and Jesper can make anything tempting, he'd wager. And while he's smirking at that slap to his ass in repayment for his teasing, when fingers press into him he gives a breathless little groan - only drawn out when those long slender fingers wrap around his cock and start to stroke him at the same time.

He falls forward to brace on his hands over Jesper's torso, face flushing with arousal as his eyes slam shut and he bites his lower lip at the dual sensations. His cock had already been hard but he feels pleasure spark along his nerves at those sure touches. He doesn't want easy, and he rocks back into that stretch with a wanton moan, muscles clenching tight about the intrusion.

"I'll do my best, but it's your own fault for being so damn distracting."

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.

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."

Sylvain's loud moaning and desperate movements against him only spur him on and neither of them seem willing to be patient right now. Jesper is still doing his best because despite them having rough sex before, he never wants a bad type of pain to enter the equation. But he is rushed a little because Sylvain's already giving him an insanely hot show.

He returns the kiss and bites Sylvain's bottom lip, the look in his eyes almost predatory in how hungry it is. He is going to lose his mind if they don't get to it soon. Still despite what Sylvain says, Jesper mutters a whole string of curses and adds one more finger to make certain that he's done his best. The eagerness with which Sylvain's being though and the way he is enjoying the stretch means they will probably be fine. But he is larger than three fingers, to say the least.

Jesper hurriedly pulls his fingers out when he decides they're both too hot-blooded at this point. He lets go of Sylvain's cock since he doesn't want to overstimulate him, and also so he can put both hands right on Sylvain's ass and move him. He is very aggressive and confident and has no hesitation, especially not with Sylvain literally begging him. He encourages Sylvain to lift up so he can wiggle himself to the right position and presses the head of his cock to Sylvain's opening.

"Brace yourself, love." Jesper flashes him a grin although it's a warning to both of them and he tugs Sylvain down while he lifts his hips up so he can fill him as quickly as possible. He is past the type of sanity that would encourage slow right now.

Sylvain is aware of exactly how much bigger than three fingers Jesper is and he has zero complaints about it at all.

There's something in the rush of finding a new lover and the euphoria of losing yourself in them, in the excitement of exploring and experiencing someone new. Learning what it is they like. How each experience with them is still new and unknown and full of discovery. There's something that makes each kiss, each touch, each slide of bodies against and inside one another all the more potent.

The fact that Jesper can match him in passion, in hunger, even in the impatience between them only seems to build on that. It doesn't seem to matter if they're playing rough or slow and sensual and teasing, that heat feels all the more intense. Or maybe it's just been too long since Sylvain's had a partner he was so excited to drag off to bed or dark corners with. That's a very real possibility, too.

Also, as someone who's almost always been the one in control in the bedroom, it's really refreshing to be with someone so confident and not hesitant about taking what he wants or manhandling Sylvain to get him there. It's also ridiculously hot. Jesper can't even blame him for being hot-blooded at this point.

"Fuck," Sylvain hisses the word out as his body clenches and shudders around that intrusion, muscles tight around the thick length of Jesper's cock pressing up into him. Not making Jesper do all the work, however, he presses back, sinking down on him, although he rocks his way into it, working Jesper deeper with each shift of his hips. Despite the stretching, he can tell from the burn of muscles that he's got to be achingly tight around Jesper's cock and that just urges him on all the more.

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?"

Seriously. Illegal.

"Maybe there's a spell for that somewhere, too." He's chuckling as he suggests it. Even if it's somewhat strained because Jesper feels so good. Big, but it's the best kind of burn and he can't help but shift slightly, knowing the drag of tight muscles around that thick length would feel just as torturously delicious for Jesper as it did for him.

His own hands slide over Jesper's lean stomach and then up over his torso, tracing his ribs and pausing to tease over a nipple as he braces himself over him with a smirk. His eyes are dark with that matching hunger and he casts a wink at Jesper as the other man props himself up comfortably beneath him.

"What, are you saying you don't think I can manage both?"

He'd meant that to be more teasing, except Jesper had started shifting his hips the moment he opened his mouth and the words definitely get tripped up halfway around a moan. Muscles clench purposefully then, and Sylvain shifts in return, lifting and rocking slightly to shift the angle he sunk down again.

"Oooh, I bet there is. I've seen books full of naked people, apparently it's quite normal in some worlds." Yes of course Jesper's found porn! Well, someone told him about porn and then he got to see the porn. But only the ones on paper. The thing is, why would he look at that when he could have someone literally rocking on top of him? He's oversexed in the best possible sense. "But nothing as hot as you, darling." Nothing better than the real thing!

Jesper laughs at the wink and smirks up at him, his own hands wandering from Sylvain's thighs now that he has positioned him exactly where he wants to, running up his beautiful torso and scratching his nails back down it. "You minx, you can manage anything you like."

He may have started saying something else but Sylvain clenches and he immediately has to suck in air, a tumble of swears being muttered under his breath as Sylvain starts moving. Jesper watches him for a few seconds, his eyes a silver-gray when turned on, as turned on by looking as he is by feeling.

"That's right," he whispers, fixed on Sylvain's face. "Fuck yourself on me, sweetheart. Show me the way you like it." Jesper likes to get a real look at someone's style when it comes to this. He is in no hurry even if his cock might be a little bit in a hurry, pulsing from within Sylvain as the blood pumps through. He rocks his hips up sharply the next time Sylvain comes down just to go deeper and see what he does.

Sylvain is rather fond of the real thing, too. Especially in moments like right now. That clench is just as much teasing as it is in reaction to the scrape of nails over heated flesh, body jolting in response to the thrill of sensation.

His body rocks on instinctive, driven by need rather than any actual intent on his part, but Jesper's silvery eyes locked on him has a flush stealing over skin that's mostly all arousal. Especially when those curses turn into murmured orders mingled with dirty talk. It's enough to steal what's left of his breath into a wanton moan as his head falls back and he obliges him, fucking himself back onto Jesper's cock, taking him deeper and deeper until he's seated on him fully and even then he doesn't stop moving, restlessly chasing that delicious rhythm that had pleasure shuddering along his nerves from the friction.

And every so often, Jesper's hips give a rock as well and the other man is rewarded with obscene little sounds or hitches of breath, or the occasional strained curse when that shift of his cock strokes along sensitive nerves and sends a jolt straight through him. Each time that happens, he tightens
on instinct, his own cock jerking in reaction to the maddening friction and the growing ache of desperation. Although he keeps to the same rhythm for as long as he can. He's not in a hurry, and as Jesper hadn't seemed to be yet either, he drags out the delicious friction and pleasure, letting it build. Although it's getting harder and harder (no pun intended) to maintain it.

"You like when I talk to you, Sylvain?" Jesper smirks because he knows he does, he sees how he moans and moves eagerly to follow his requests. He is an absolute menace as Sylvain knows by now and he watches how enthusiastically he's taking his pleasure. "You look so good on my cock, take me deeper, sweetheart, yeah, all the way." Jesper moans when he is entirely inside him and enjoys both the feeling and the viewing of how Sylvain rises off him only to sink back down.

"Right there?" he purrs when he tightens around him. Jesper reaches out to forwardly take his hips and holds him steady, jerking up into him more intentionally now to keep hitting the sensitive spot that got him excited. "You're not used to someone making it all about you. Someone who only wants to give you pleasure." It's clear even in their short time together, and Jesper thinks it's a shame, considering Sylvain is so pretty.

Jesper pushes off the bed and sits up, adjusting Sylvain on his lap, so he can still ride him but it lets them kiss again. He kisses him deeply as he squeezes his ass and encourages him to move faster. He moves one hand around, feeling Sylvain's cock slap against his chest with their movement, but takes it more directly to stroke him. "Say my name," he says roughly against his lips.

The people Sylvain had 'entertained' this way back home had been far more the selfish sort, using him for their own pleasure or ambition, trying to angle their way up the societal ladder. Or they were innocent enough to have no idea what they were doing in the first place, just wanting to try anyway. Either way, it had meant that Sylvain was most often the one doing most of the ordering or guiding, controlling the situation and what they shared. Not to say he hadn't enjoyed many of them, but far more often it had been a role he was playing, rather than actually losing himself in the moment, in the pleasure to be shared between two people like this.

There was something that made it far more intense, knowing he didn't have to pretend anything here, and that Jesper was being just as honest. At least, he hoped. He suspected Jesper could wear just as many faces as he did, but Sylvain didn't think he was right now.

"I don't..." he bites off the words on a gasp when Jesper grips his hips, holding him in place as he angles his next thrust to purposefully rub up over that soft, sending sharp pleasure arcing through him. His pace stutters and then picks up as he rocks his hips back as much as Jesper's grip will allow, wanting to keep the pleasure just as intense for Jesper if he can manage it. "I don't want it to be all about me. There's two of us here."

And he'd spent too long with sex being too much of a one-sided thing.

"Fuck, Jesper, I love everything you do. Talking, kissing, fucking. You're fucking perfect. Goddess, you..." His voice hisses out into a broken moan again when Jesper moves to sit up and that only sends him all the deeper, the new angle rubbing along his nerves and now the additional friction of his fingers around Sylvain's cock. At this rate, he knows he's not going to be able to hold on for much longer.

"Jesper, fuck, I'm close, please..."

Jesper only plays a role when he's literally role-playing. And he's never against that for a bit of fun, but he is who he is. Exactly as he seems. He loves being with people and making them moan and laugh at the same time. He is capable of wearing faces or hiding things behind a smile, sometimes he does the latter in awkward situations. But in this he is always genuine. He could never be inside of Sylvain and mean anything else but sincerity.

"Trust me, baby. I'm getting just as much out of this as you are." It may be him focusing on driving Sylvain up the wall until he can't do anything but react. Pushing into that heat until he feels mad is something he is getting for certain. He stops the angle on his prostate so they can get this close to one another, knowing the position will be plenty perfect for this.

"That's right, talk to me." He bites Sylvain's bottom lip and sucks it. His long arm sneaks around him and again he holds him tight, rocking up into his body to take what he wants and leave Sylvain to simply experience it. After getting him to stop and knowing he'll allow it, Jesper's fingers slide into Sylvain's hair and he tugs his head back sharply. This exposes his neck for Jesper's tongue and teeth and his pace becomes punishing, both inside him and on his cock.

"Come, go ahead, Sylvain, you gorgeous creature." He basically has Sylvain bouncing on top of his cock by the time he bucks up into him and loses it, stroking him sharply at the same time to get him there. It's always better when he feels Sylvain tighten around him when he comes too.

Before Jesper, Sylvain wouldn't think losing himself so deeply in this was even something he was capable of. It was safer to be in control and there were few partners he had trusted to relinquish that to. Jesper had been different right from the start, though. There was so much Sylvain recognized in what was reflected back at him, even if it was in a different way.

So he lets Jesper drive him wherever he wants, matching him with every thrust, every kiss, driving heat against heat so they could spiral together. Arms wind around Jesper's shoulders as he presses close, a curse slipping free at the sharp bite to his lips, the friction against his cock trapped between them as Jesper draws him closer.

"I do." Trust him. His thoughts are disjointed enough right now that he's not sure anything he does say in response to Jesper's encouraging actually comes out as coherent. He tries, though, because Jesper wanted it.

What falls from his lips is a mix of pleading, cursing, and the occasional dip into the sort of filthy things he wants to do to Jesper, or have Jesper do to him. It comes with a surprising ease and not a hint of shame or hesitation. Not that he possesses much of that to begin with. But as much as he loves when Jesper gives him this, he does his best to return it, even if Jesper fucking him like this is so distracting. It just means that Sylvain's voiced fantasies about Jesper, about his cock, his mouth, may venture far more into the obscene than he'd normally delve into.

And of course he allows Jesper anything, that tight grip and sharp yank to his hair dragging a breathless keen from him, especially when it has his back arching enough to shift the angle just enough to be even more maddening with the next sink of his body onto Jesper's cock. The man's mouth on his throat is just the start of it and that punishing pace is perfect, sending pleasure so sharply through him that there's no more time for thinking, only feeling, mind blissed out in the blinding whiteness of pleasure, of the desperate need for everything Jesper gives him. Everything he can give back, his rhythm lost and driven only by that mounting need now. Nails rake lightly against the back of Jesper's head, down his neck, as Sylvain clings to him, body tightening, clenching, trembling as he teeters on that edge.

And then Jesper goes back to talking again, now especially when words have completely failed him. Fingers stroke against his already leaking cock and the combined stimulation is too much for him. Muscles tremble and clench tightly as he spills over Jesper's fingers with a breathless cry half-formed into Jesper's name. Body shivering and jolting from the intensity of it, fingers curl against Jesper's shoulders as the orgasm spills out of him, blinding in its intensity.

Jesper soaks in all the pleading and cursing, smirking as Sylvain tells him some truly filthy fantasies and that only means he's going to add it to the list for them to do. He knows he's fantastic at sex but it's still great to hear someone literally begging for his cock like this. Desperate for it and him and what he's doing to Sylvain now. He's open and trusting in the way he goes along with whatever Jesper does, lets himself be jerked around and given pleasure in exchange for losing control.

Sylvain is clenching and shaking and Jesper fucks him through it, thoroughly milking them both in their orgasms to make them linger. He only stops when it is too much for him and even then he stays buried inside, not in any rush to move. Jesper keeps his eyes closed as the pleasure washes over him and he sighs contently. He releases both his hand holds on Sylvain to put his arms around him, running one hand up and down his back soothingly. Sometimes intense orgasms like that can get him shaking too.

Jesper tilts his head back to look at Sylvain and he smiles. "Hey, beautiful." He is out of it and floating and he is all soft sweetness at the moment. He kisses Sylvain again, slow brushes of their mouths together, as he keeps them close and joined together. "We're very good at that."

"Fuck yes we are."

The aftereffects of his orgasm are still shivering through him, a high that borders on too much but is still just on the best side of perfect. He has no hesitation in the way he slumps in against Jesper's chest, his own shoulders broader, but it's surprisingly comfortable perching in the other man's lap.

Returning that smile when the other man tips his head back, Sylvain leans down to leisurely kiss him in return. Boneless and sated, he tips Jesper back onto the bed once more so he can stretch out with him, half-atop and half-beside.

"Have I reminded you lately how perfect you are? Because we can't have you forgetting that." A playful trail of kisses back Jesper's jaw as he settles once more. "Fuck. I needed that more than I realized. Thank you."

Jesper goes with the tip and falls onto his back on the mattress. He stretches out like a very satisfied cat, his muscles feeling loose and his body warm. Nothing like a great orgasm to remind him that life isn't so bad after all. He smiles and leans his head back so Sylvain can kiss all along his jaw and settle however he likes.

"I know, but feel free to remind me." Jesper may be having a rough month, but his confidence when it comes to this part of his life is unshakeable. He is a sexual master. That's just the truth. Not to discount Sylvain's own skill and incredible sexiness though. "You are perfect yourself. Ugh, the way you looked, mmm." He is going to absolutely be thinking about this when he's daydreaming. Sylvain's body on display, his face slack with pleasure. Better than fantasy.

"Sex is the best kind of distraction there is." He knows that from experience. He runs his fingers through Sylvain's lovely red hair. "You better rest up, sweetheart." Jesper grins at him, his eyelashes partly hiding his eyes. "I plan on fucking the sadness out of us again soon."

It's been a rough month all around but this... definitely makes it at least mostly worth it. It's easy to relax against Jesper, soaking up the warm contact and still reveling in the endorphin high of amazing sex and incredible orgasms.

He just nips playfully at Jesper's throat in response before letting his head drop to rest against the other man's shoulder with a quiet laugh.

"Oh, trust me. I'm looking forward to it."

There is a swelling storm and I'm caught up in the middle of it all

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