Jesper is going to memorize all these sounds and let them come back to him on boring days. Getting moans and gasps out of Claude is incredibly hot and they grin at each other like idiots. Friends to their very core, and now lovers on top of it. This ease they have together means everything to him. Jesper doesn't like sex without meaning and that will never be a problem with Claude. Every kiss, every push and pull of their bodies together as they finally come together, it all has meaning.
Jesper groans when Claude's leg shifts, changing the angle so that when he thrusts forward he takes it deeper exactly as he wants, as what they both want. "Fuck, you feel so good." The thrusts before this were all about getting comfortable and starting them off, but now he rolls his hips into Claude with more intent. There's grace in the way they move together, with Claude lifting into his thrusts so he goes as deep as he can every time. He's being thorough rather than favoring shallow speed, only satisfied when he's filled Claude entirely, his balls slapping against his ass.
"Moving you," he warns before he acts. Jesper knows that Claude is flexible and experienced enough not to need to worry when he grips his leg and moves it to his front, pressing his leg against Jesper's chest. This changes him up into more of a kneeling position and he tugs Claude's ass tight against him, pushing in firmly. This gives him more control but also lets silver eyes move over Claude's gorgeous body and watch him take it. "Saints look at you. Most beautiful man alive." And he's not just saying that, he knows a lot of beautiful men, but damn.
"Touch yourself, I want to watch." Jesper can't actually figure out where he wants to because he wants to look everywhere, he needs a second pair of eyes. He looks down to watch his cock move in and out of Claude's body, it's languid and solid, not overly fast now that he's resettled. He wants to see his face, his chest, the hand that he'll hopefully put on himself. "You're a dream come true."
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Jesper groans when Claude's leg shifts, changing the angle so that when he thrusts forward he takes it deeper exactly as he wants, as what they both want. "Fuck, you feel so good." The thrusts before this were all about getting comfortable and starting them off, but now he rolls his hips into Claude with more intent. There's grace in the way they move together, with Claude lifting into his thrusts so he goes as deep as he can every time. He's being thorough rather than favoring shallow speed, only satisfied when he's filled Claude entirely, his balls slapping against his ass.
"Moving you," he warns before he acts. Jesper knows that Claude is flexible and experienced enough not to need to worry when he grips his leg and moves it to his front, pressing his leg against Jesper's chest. This changes him up into more of a kneeling position and he tugs Claude's ass tight against him, pushing in firmly. This gives him more control but also lets silver eyes move over Claude's gorgeous body and watch him take it. "Saints look at you. Most beautiful man alive." And he's not just saying that, he knows a lot of beautiful men, but damn.
"Touch yourself, I want to watch." Jesper can't actually figure out where he wants to because he wants to look everywhere, he needs a second pair of eyes. He looks down to watch his cock move in and out of Claude's body, it's languid and solid, not overly fast now that he's resettled. He wants to see his face, his chest, the hand that he'll hopefully put on himself. "You're a dream come true."