"Only you made me wait much longer then," Jesper teases. They're still going to have that joke even now. "And I very much appreciate you didn't make me this time." Although Jesper pushed that along by making his intentions known to Claude the moment they got out of the vision. He wasn't playing around anymore, he wasn't going to waste years making implications and flirting but waiting to see if Claude would give him some ground to come closer. That was part of it, to be honest, Jesper playing but not being as aggressive as he can be, like they were doing a dance he couldn't figure out the steps to. So he just pulled Claude into him and they figured out the steps together.
It is a mixture of new and old, these steps, but never old in that it's boring or overdone. In fact, Jesper remembers that centuries never stopped him from wanting Claude, he never got tired. And now he gets to start all over, and all he can think about is how good this feels. It is new too, his body feels it being new more than his mind. He's tasting Claude's skin for the first time, his warm hands on him are new, these clothes are unfamiliar.
He's been fantasizing about Claude for years now and as he eagerly undoes his pants and tugs off his clothes, the hunger in his gaze is only satisfied when he can see him bare. "Take your shirt off for me." He wants Claude to be completely naked, he wants to let his eyes climb up his body from his vantage point down here. "Saints, finally." He sighs contently as he tugs Claude's hips toward him and lets his tongue touch him first. A long and dirty drag of it all along his cock from tip to bottom and then lathering it from the sides.
He wraps a hand around it to keep him in place and caresses the tip with his tongue to finally get that taste he's been desperate for. And it's perfect, exactly as he both remembered and imagined. He presses kisses along the hard flesh and gentle sucks, not necessarily trying to tease although he knows that they both like it. It's just so grand to be here, to have Claude where he wants him, and he's enjoying it.
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It is a mixture of new and old, these steps, but never old in that it's boring or overdone. In fact, Jesper remembers that centuries never stopped him from wanting Claude, he never got tired. And now he gets to start all over, and all he can think about is how good this feels. It is new too, his body feels it being new more than his mind. He's tasting Claude's skin for the first time, his warm hands on him are new, these clothes are unfamiliar.
He's been fantasizing about Claude for years now and as he eagerly undoes his pants and tugs off his clothes, the hunger in his gaze is only satisfied when he can see him bare. "Take your shirt off for me." He wants Claude to be completely naked, he wants to let his eyes climb up his body from his vantage point down here. "Saints, finally." He sighs contently as he tugs Claude's hips toward him and lets his tongue touch him first. A long and dirty drag of it all along his cock from tip to bottom and then lathering it from the sides.
He wraps a hand around it to keep him in place and caresses the tip with his tongue to finally get that taste he's been desperate for. And it's perfect, exactly as he both remembered and imagined. He presses kisses along the hard flesh and gentle sucks, not necessarily trying to tease although he knows that they both like it. It's just so grand to be here, to have Claude where he wants him, and he's enjoying it.