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Jesper flashes a blindingly bright smile when Claude tugs him up rather than slows it down like he was ready to accept but not at all what he wanted to have happen. He is enthusiastic as he links their hands together and he glances up when the wyvern screeched. "I think you're underestimating what I would find sexy as long as your shirt is off." He is the one who tugs Claude this time, knowing where his room is, and he kicks the door closed solidly with a foot once he drags Claude inside.

Jesper spins so he's the one with the bed at his back so he can guide Claude toward it, his hands hungry and nimble as they slide under Claude's shirt to run greedy fingers over his bare skin. He leans up to kiss him at the same time, not giving thought to breathing just yet as he steps backward and trusts Claude will follow the dance with him across the room. He is not thinking about anything outside of this. The angst that brought him here might as well have never existed for all the care it leaves in him, with Claude's body against him.

He sits back on the bed and hooks his thumbs under Claude's waistband to pull him in close, leaning forward to kiss Claude's stomach from this angle and tilts his head back to smile up at him. "For the sake of all the Saints and gods and everything else that exists, let me get my mouth on you. I am literally begging you, I would do anything to finally taste you." Jesper thinks the desperation is part of the thrill.

He has dreamed and fantasized about Claude practically from the moment they met, as he does most attractive people, but usually he loses interest if it doesn't happen, assuming it wasn't meant to be. With Claude it never ended. Hundreds of years of being a lover isn't the same thing as right now, Claude's skin hot and smooth, and Jesper's mouth is watering. "Please, please, pretty please."

He might've laughed at the wyvern noises still counting despite everything if it wasn't for being eagerly pulled along towards a destination he doesn't have to look for after being in the loft for this long. The same for inside his room where various piles of books, papers, and projects in varying levels of disarray cover any surface they can. Not the bed - this time - though there's no chance to check for it as Jesper pulls him in as Claude's already taking a step forward to meet him somewhere in the middle.

It's an odd sensation again and again to remember every other time they'd ended up just like this while also knowing this is the first time for it to happen here. Just as much want courses through his veins as if it was ignited from some long dormant source, like this is a reunion after a long time away. One fueled by just as much desire as hands familiar and new trace over him in a touch nowhere near enough especially when paired with those words. That asking, as if his attention could be riveted anywhere else but on Jesper's face.

"I seem to remember things starting this way once upon a time," he murmurs as he runs the pad of his thumb along the bottom of Jesper's lower lip, partially to draw things out and also from fondness. All those memories, all that time - and now here they are. "A kiss to start everything off which seems to be what we've done again."

All fond as Claude moves his hands from where they'd come to rest on Jesper's wrists to the other's hands to slide them forward to the closure of his trousers in acceptance of that invitation and in offering of another one.

"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.

Not waiting - that's something he's in favor of, too. Waiting beyond this day, anyway, since there's still anticipation to play up between them. A game Claude's used to playing whenever he has the chance and in many ways, but nothing quite so much as the culmination into years of everything leading to here.

The enjoyment of it might be seen ever so slightly in the curve of the smirk at Jesper's request that's all but a demand for the shirt to go next after his pants are removed. It's an unhurried motion as Claude reaches for the top most buttoned button halfway up his chest courtesy of leaving the ones higher unbuttoned all the time to undo them one by one. The lack of urgency is one he means to continue with Jesper's gaze all but locked on him; it seems only fair to put on a little more of a show before getting rid of the shirt entirely. That's his intent, anyway, until that drag of Jesper's tongue blanks out his thoughts.

Something between an exhale and a curse escapes its way from Claude's lips as one of his hands falls onto Jesper's shoulder to grab onto it. The temptation's there to bury his fingers in the other man's hair as Jesper's hand around his cock causes him to harden a bit more. But there's more to go yet and as he drags in a lightly shaky breath when one suck traces over somewhere particularly sensitive, that'll have to wait.

"I should have known you like putting on a show as much as I do," he manages after another moment, not that he's impatient or anything as that twitch of his hips for the smallest bit of friction from Jesper's hand. "But I think you can do better yet." A challenge as much as a request without using the words for it, and one Claude's curious to see how Jesper meets. That's also half the fun or more.

Jesper is enjoying the slow unraveling of his shirt for certain as he's going to appreciate every new glimpse of skin. He'll rip off his shirt another time, for now he smirks because he knows well what Claude's doing and he appreciates it. It's a heady feeling, being desired, and one they're both right in the midst of experiencing.

He chuckles and nuzzles against Claude's cock at the show comment, gray eyes closer to silver when they're filled with desire. "I'm just showing gratitude for the blessing I'm being offered." He winks up at him and does tease a little bit more, breathing moist heat all over every inch of Claude's flesh without fully touching him, tantalizing to get him eager. They're both skilled seducers so it's more for fun than anything else. In the end, this is all selfish. Jesper just really wants him and he decides to give in more for his own desire than Claude's. He needs him.

Jesper strokes Claude slowly, using the liquid from his mouth and tongue to make it a little smoother, but he doesn't waste more time. He feeds Claude's cock to himself, savoring it as he takes in the full head, holding it there with a pleasant hum of pleasure in his hot mouth. He curls his tongue at the base and then pulls back. "For the record, I don't have a gag reflex. So you do whatever you want to my mouth and I'll thank you for it, honey."

This time when his head descends he takes more of Claude down like it's absolutely nothing; he's a professional at this and he loves when it gets deep, he loves the heavy weight of it on his tongue and filling his lips. He thrills as Claude gets harder and gives him more, greedy as he sucks him down.

That wink and the mild refute of there being any show gets a laugh from Claude - especially when Jesper continues right on with what he'll still call a show despite it being only gratitude. "I'm sure I can think of a way to return the favor." Positive he can, in fact, given the ideas already circling through his mind. This want and need isn't only one way after all this time.

A better comeback might've occurred to him if he wasn't busy watching for what Jesper will do next as he inhales sharply at the touch of a tongue that's closer still to what he wants. Anticipation is one of his own favorite cards to play and to have played on him, and Jesper is an expert at it. Those words elicit another curse from him and it's all the beckoning he needs after being encouraged in every sense of the word. Claude slides the hand on Jesper's shoulder to the back of his neck instead to curl a couple fingertips into the other man's hair but mostly to brace the both of them.

He'd (mostly) resisted the urge to shift his hips forward before. Now, though, he rolls them forward to go deeper still, setting a deliberate pace to not take things too fast. Even that's enough for him to tip his head back when pleasure washes over and through him with a gasp of Jesper's name. It's a momentary diversion of his attention before he looks back with a small tug of his hair that's both encouragement and an unvoiced question, still careful even in the heat of desire matching the heat of Jesper's mouth spurring him on to watch in both enjoyment and to make sure Jesper's enjoying himself throughout all the way, too.

There are few things Jesper enjoys more than this. Sex itself is higher on the list but this can be almost as good. There is pure bliss on his face and in warm silver eyes as he looks up at Claude. And he winks even now, with his mouth full of Claude, letting him see the pleasure on his face as he takes advantage of going deeper into Jesper's throat. The little tug on his head makes him moan openly around Claude, saints does he love that.

Claude's face is beautiful and he likes watching even if the angle can be awkward at times. He still gets off on it, intentionally ignoring his own arousal so he can focus on the object of his attention. He is going to enjoy every second of this that he worked hard for. It is why he is not satisfied with Claude's slow roll of his hips, moving one of his hands to Claude's ass. He pulls him very aggressively as his mouth goes deep, so his forehead presses against Claude's groin, all the way in. He does sometimes like a build up, yes, but he is clearly far too invested in getting Claude to give it to him. He's been dreaming.

He encourages Claude's hips forward and bobs at the same time for constant relentless attention. He'll only stop once Claude gets the message and takes his pleasure more directly and it's like the Saints themselves blessed this union for how deliriously happy it is. He wants to be wrecked by Claude, he wants his throat raw, and he can't say that so he's expressing it in other ways.

"Fuck," is his very eloquent response to Jesper's moan when it only intensifies everything felt by layering yet another sensation on top of all the others. It's a good thing he's not looked away because that wink is also purely effective on him - a move he's also used many a time for what it encourages. Turns out Claude's no exception to that as he uses the encouragement now to wind his grip tighter into Jesper's hair for a sharper tug for both of their pleasures.

If Jesper wasn't so adept at unraveling him, this might've been where he played upon that desire as if he hasn't been already. But everything ignites it for what Jesper's asking for, for what he wants in that grasp and every deliberate move made between both of them, he keeps his hand in the other man's hair and steps forward to thrust deeper for everything Jesper wants. While before there'd been a careful consideration to each roll of hips, now Claude wastes no time in fucking into the other man's mouth at the pace and depth requested by every sign given.

Rather than run his mouth as he might any other time, now he's reduced to moans and calls of Jesper's name as praise the longer he takes him. All of it to continue that unraveling until his other hand is clutching Jesper's shoulder, not entirely to only brace himself but also to warn with a gasp of "Close," to give the other a chance to pull back or away before tipping over the edge.

Claude gives him exactly what he wants by thoroughly going at him now, every thrust into his mouth firm and deep, and he sucks him down with such obvious relish. He feels Claude in the back of his throat and it'll make his voice rough when he speaks which will please both of them, and he doesn't pull Claude anymore now that he has the message. He gets messy as he lavishes Claude with his tongue as he presses in, not caring about the drool when he licks for more to taste.

The sounds Claude is making will linger in his dreams in the best of ways. He gives Claude a thumbs up when he says close to assure him he has no interest in pulling away, and his mouth is very much busy at the moment. He wants Claude to fill his mouth, he wants the bitter liquid on his tongue so he can swallow him down. To go with the thumbs up he playfully urges him on with a gesture of his fingers toward him. A challenge of 'give it to me' he can't say out loud right then. He'll be able to talk when they start actually fucking but this sort of nonverbal dialogue is doing plenty too.

He swallows Claude happily when he finally lets go and he is greedy about it, like he plans on taking every last bit of it out of him. After Claude finishes he even follows it up with careful licks to clean him off, the smallest of drops being found and taken care of. It's as pleasant as if he's the one who came, letting Claude out of his mouth before it becomes overwhelming, and leaning his forehead against his thigh, finally breathing.

"Saints, I have been wanting that so long." He thought about it many, many times. Sometimes to the point of distraction, especially when Claude is sitting down and comfortable and looking like how easy would it be to just crawl onto his knees in front of him. His voice does sound rough now that he's speaking. "You taste so good, sweetheart."

As much as he's seeking his own enjoyment with pleasure intensifying with each passing second, it's just as much in his mind as any other abstract one crossing it to make sure Jesper gets all the enjoyment he wants, too. With his attention riveted on the other man it's impossible to miss those cues he's looking for to make sure he meets each one until his grasp in Jesper's hair tightens even further as he spills into his mouth with one last cry of the other's name as his orgasm crashes over him.

As Jesper leans against him to catch his own breath while he does the same himself - and to take a minute or two to let his mind whirl back into running full speed - Claude runs his fingers through Jesper's hair. A fond laugh leaves him at the mention of waiting when it's after sense returns to him and, well. Jesper's been patient in more ways than one and including now. Something Claude intends to more than reward when he's more than ready to spoil him.

After another moment he nudges Jesper into sitting up enough to step back enough to let his hands rest on his shoulders before leaning down to kiss him. "You sound pretty nice like that," he murmurs with a barely there grin before stealing another lazy kiss. At the same time Claude lets one of his hands run down the other's chest slowly to appreciate everything beneath his touch as he trails fingertips along to search out skin until he wraps his hand around Jesper's cock to stroke him at an unhurried pace while watching. "Though I bet you have plenty of ideas still in store for more since I know I do. Like this, for starters."

Jesper follows Claude's suggestion easily enough, so very pliable when in the bedroom to whatever his lover wants, and he meets him in a kiss easily. "Mmm, it was pretty nice getting my voice like this," he laughs and kisses Claude back a second time. He is flushed and aroused and happy with this turn of events. Apparently having a lot of emotional vulnerability with someone can work out for him well, he'll have to remember that for the future. He wasn't trying to seduce Claude at the time but he still got what he wanted.

He hums when Claude gets a hand around him and moves his hands to slide around Claude to squeeze his ass with both of them. "You're a very nice handful." He grins and rolls his neck as his body relaxes and adjusts to the nice sensations Claude's touch is giving him. He was already mostly hard but this fully gets him over the edge but he's not starving yet, he has plans for when he's starving. "Come here." He uses his grip on Claude to encourage him to straddle into Jesper's lap and to join him on the bed.

"We are going to need lubricant and I would very much like to fuck you. I want to memorize your face the moment you come with me deep inside." It's a necessary image for him to hold onto in the centuries ahead, thanks, even if it's one he'll have multiple times. Jesper does want to switch places later but for right now there is a sort of consuming need to take Claude after all this time longing for him. He wants to reward them both for the friendship they built leading to this. "If you don't mind, obviously."

The line about handfuls gets a grin from him and no protest whatsoever when it comes to changing positions as he lets Jesper pull him onto his lap. There's no pause in resituating himself to straddle the other man properly with arms looped over his shoulders in a pause he only means to be temporary. That's until Claude gets a little too carried away - and easily so - in admiring the handsome face before him. He's done so plenty of times in varying degrees of subtlety before, but there's nothing about the way his expression softens which makes it a mystery now. Also there and gone since amusement's back at a request from Jesper there could be no other answer to than what he has in mind.

"I can't think of anything I'd mind less since I was hoping you'd ask that. Or some version of it," he adds while leaning in again to press a light kiss to the corner of Jesper's mouth, all the better for lingering there to continue. "And I was hoping to return the favor so long as you don't mind either."

One lean to the side from his perch in the other's lap to reach out and grab the vial of oil from the bedside table drawer when he needs no further encouragement. With it in hand he uncaps it with a quick motion, tipping some into one palm before handing it to Jesper next. As for Claude, he uses that same hand to resume stroking Jesper and using the oil to slick him. A bit early, but also a good way to continue teasing when he's in no rush as the slow pace he continues moving at might suggest. All the better to enjoy everything since this provides an even better view of Jesper's expressions now that they're even closer. "You could tell me about your plans for fucking me, or maybe this is where I tell you I like to be fucked into the mattress every bit as much as you remember."

"Sweetheart, I like it every which way. All the ways. You'll see." There are few people more flexible sexually than Jesper Fahey. He gets that some people have preferences and that's something he respects and always bends with, but for him, it's all the same. Glorious, every time. Sex is a beautiful and enrapturing experience, he loves everything about it.

The soft look on Claude's face when he looks at Jesper is making him feel soft in his heart too. This is why he doesn't like one-offs much, Jesper likes caring about his lovers. He takes the bottle entirely for now and groans when Claude starts to touch him, the smooth slide very much appreciated. It gets in the way of what he actually wants but damn does it still feel good. He puts an arm around Claude's back and flips him in one easy movement, tossing him back against the bed with a playful bounce and he's on him a moment later.

Jesper follows after him in an instant and only now slicks up his hand, encouraging Claude's legs apart. He's not close enough to be stroked any more but that's partly for his own sanity. "Saints look at you, fuck, you're a dream." He gets to see Claude fully naked and stretched out on his bed, a piece of artwork if he's ever seen one. He rubs a finger at his entrance before slowly slipping one in, giving it to him a few times to the knuckle before deeper.

"I'm going to fuck you through the mattress if I can." Jesper laughs. "I want you to seriously regret this time we haven't been fucking and admit you were wrong not to let me into you sooner." Whatever the reasons, Jesper is going to torture him over it, because he's never been the one holding back. He dips down to kiss Claude again, driving his tongue into his mouth, fucking his mouth with it like his finger starts to move into him.

That quick flip where one minute he's in Jesper's lap and on his back in the next second gets a laugh out of Claude for it being one smooth maneuver. The sort of thing which is a delight to have turned on him considering he's normally running through an endless catalogues of distractions to find the right one to use. And then there's also of course that this is an indicator of things to come, so with that delight is a bit of a further thrill even if Jesper's farther out of reach.

Claude's also pairing that with using what he can to further the sprawl he's in just to add to the view with a smirk once more since he hardly expects Jesper to be distracted endlessly. Not even for long at all when a familiar frame stretches out over him right after the thought crosses his mind, though out of reach turns out to be still in play as he lets his hands trail along the other's shoulders and down his chest to his hips. He doesn't quite get there since it'd require more shifting around and Jesper distracts him once more with the finger sliding into him that has his breath catching in his throat before the words following only serve to ignite want even further.

"Is that a-" Promise is what he means to end that with in the all too familiar bantering back and forth they share, and even more so now when Claude means to use it as a means to an end to encourage everything. Instead that's as far as he gets when Jesper's next move has him arching off the bed ever so slightly.

As he's worked open it only takes a few seconds for his own impatience to kick in as his cock starts to stir. He wants more and if it wasn't for his mouth being otherwise occupied he'd ask, but there's more than one way to communicate that. Claude hooks a leg around Jesper's waist to change the angle even as it falls short of what he wants as want shifts to need. The noise muffled into their kiss as he tangles his hand into Jesper's hair in a tight grip once more isn't quite one of frustration - but it's close.

There is a sort of ease with two people who know how to enjoy sex and what they like doing, because there is not a single moment of awkward 'well do you want' necessary. They move more like they're in a dance, with Claude rolling with his swooping onto his back, with how quickly his legs drop open in welcome for Jesper and he looks at him just right. Sexual compatibility can come down to an endless number of details but they're already several steps ahead by having natural chemistry. And knowing exactly what they want, finally.

He chuckles into Claude's mouth as he muffles the promise he knows is coming and doesn't let him go despite that, his kiss very thorough. That clever tongue of his can make love to someone in a simple kiss if he wants it to, and that's exactly what he's doing until the breath is stolen from both of their chests. Jesper gasps out of it, regretful he needs to breathe at all, but focuses on moving to two fingers to steadily open Claude up.

Neither of them are feeling very patient about this and that's fine, it's been two years of build up. Still, Jesper is a gentleman and that means he is going to be very thorough with Claude whether he likes it or not. Also, maybe a bit of a bastard about it, since the more impatient Claude seems to get the more he plays around to get Claude open to three. He deserves to be tormented, honestly, Jesper will want to do exactly that later on. They can edge each other to infinity once they get this out of their system.

His fingers move firmly in and out of Claude now, ignoring if he's starting to get impatient or pushing down against them, and he lowers his head to Claude's ear, smirking. "I think if someone wants something, they should ask me very, very nicely."

That laugh tells him Jesper heard the end of his unfinished sentence loud and clear and if he had to guess, the laugh equally says what he's in for. The delay of Jesper not giving him entirely what he wants yet while getting close and then pulling back isn't unexpected as it's something to be enjoyed. Even with the growing frustration as it's tipped over into that properly, it's still wound up into affection, too. An easy blend even for someone who holds all their feelings close and then closer still to keep them hidden, but it's easy to let those guards down as he has as they've moved through everything that's brought them here.

It's a feeling he cherishes, even as the kiss breaks and he's left with that need that's only stoked further when Jesper murmurs into his ear.

Is there a moment, even a quick one which lasts all of a couple seconds, in which Claude debates what his response will be? Absolutely, even if it's just verbally; there's plenty of physical responses to be had here and no point in hiding them when he knows Jesper can read them clearly. The temptation to draw it out is there as ever present as it always is. Jesper might even be expecting it given it wouldn't be the first time they'd done that to the other in different contexts. Not this one, though, because for once it doesn't win out over -

"Fuck me already," is what he answers in a demand which doesn't match the request, but it's difficult to match it when that smirk isn't just audible but one he can practically feel against him. And it's effective even more than anything else with a tug of Jesper's hair paired with it, though it won't stop there now that it's a way to vent impatience further yet when it's fueling their mutual want. "And fuck me like you've been picturing all this time."

Jesper is all too happy for them to let this stewing sexual chemistry between them finally be given an outlet and for them to revel in it. They can spend the rest of the day in bed enjoying the other aspects of learning each other's bodies, but for right now, they both want it. They need it. He's been starving for Claude in his bed for years, he just can't wait at this point.

Claude doesn't help by saying those heated demands and it's okay that he didn't ask him or beg him or anything else. It's all the same to him as it's spurring him on. He moans at the tug on his hair. "Yes, love, whatever you want." Too eager but he has no pride to worry about tarnishing over being desperate. He plunges his fingers into Claude but now it's evident to both of them that he's not doing it to tease or even pleasure him to extend the effort. Jesper is working in him to get him open enough for them to fuck and no other reason.

He pulls his fingers out swiftly once that seems solid and he's on Claude a moment later, dominant in how firm he pulls him close, how he encourages a leg around his hip, and positions himself. Jesper isn't wasting any time now and he doesn't think they want to. He pushes into Claude's tight heat with a loud groan and the rush of pleasure that comes with. He is slow enough to not be a bastard but doesn't stop until he's sheathed fully inside of him.

"Fucking Saints, finally, you bastard." Jesper laughs as that might not be the sweetest thing to say when he's balls deep inside of someone, but he thinks that Claude will understand exactly why. He's kept them from this bliss. Jesper won't let him forget that. He pulls out to the tip and with a firm snap forward of his hips thrusts all the way in again.

Gray eyes are silver as they look down at Claude and he's grinning like an idiot at him, he's just really damn happy. "You gorgeous monster," he teases and leans in to kiss him deeply as his hips begin to move.

Whatever you want is something that at any other time - if this wasn't Jesper, if they hadn't built up something carefully and deliberately between them and he might take advantage of such a thing being said. Somewhere else in another life all too distant since all it prompts now is yet another wave of desire to match that even as those talented fingers wipe the rest of the thoughts from his mind a second later in a sign they're getting closer to what they both want.

No chance for impatience to factor in this time with they're withdrawn since Jesper pushing into him has his head tipping back onto the bedding beneath him in pleasure at every sensation it brings. The same for that withdraw and quick thrust which has a noise somewhere between a gasp of pleasure and the start of a moan escaping him. A promise of what's to come but a short one, and it's impossible to not match the grin sent his way as bright as any sunlight over him. "I think I remember something about good things coming to those who wait if I haven't said it already," he manages, still quick to tease even if it takes a second for the thought to form.

Something he'll take in letting go of even further control here when trust is equally what they've built which makes this all the more gratifying after so long. Or that's what Claude would be thinking about if he wasn't too distracted when the next noise from him is muffled by a mouth on his in a kiss he returns just as much. As Jesper starts to move in earnest Claude lets go of the other man's hair - for now - to let his hand fall to run his nails lightly between the other's shoulders, mindful (also for now) of not too much too soon. If only because their teasing of each other knows no bounds, and that'll be a promise he delivers on if it's accepted.

Each movement of the other's hips is closer to what he wants but not quite there yet, and if his lips weren't otherwise occupied he'd offer more teasing words. It's fully impatience now which has Claude using the leg hooked around Jesper's waist to shift and press his heel into the other man's lower back to encourage him deeper, something he'll reward by using that same leverage to lift his hips to meet that thrust and the next.

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."

Jesper's admiration - both verbal and in every other way - is only fuel to the metaphorical fire when it starts to form an idea in the back of his mind. One that's slow to form, and even more so as those thrusts occasionally land to send sparks racing along his spine in a slow build as Jesper gets closer to giving him want he wants. Tempting as it is to chase each movement with more lifts of his hips thanks to plenty of lower body strength, he lets the other man maintain the control.

"If you wanted a show, all you had to do was ask." Of course Claude's going to phrase that like it'd be a simple request and not something he'd have been difficult in all the ways he can be. Aside from now; the change in position means it's easier than before to put on that show. Claude brings the hand he'd wound into the pillow behind his head to trail it down his chest deliberately with only the tiniest distraction of Jesper's cock pressing into him firmly earning a curse. A distraction he could give into if not for making sure Jesper gets something to watch as he lazily runs that same hand from base to tip of his cock in what barely qualifies as what the other man meant to tease them both.

"If you've been thinking of fucking me like this for years then I have to tell you," with a pause for a hitch in his breath both as he teases himself with gaze locked on the other man as Jesper fills him again and the latter also gets a curse from him before he continues more breathless than before, "I've thought of the same for you many times. You'll have to find out how later."

A little bit of a fantasy to give Jesper more. Any other time Claude might've kept talking, but not now when want starts to disjoint his thoughts as he settles into stroking his cock in time with the thrusts for layering the sensations and relieving some of the ache to be touched. The next time Jesper sinks into him brings an even more intense wave of pleasure with it which threatens to overtake him, unravels him a bit more as a moan slips out from him and he tightens around Jesper to encourage the same again. "Fuck. Harder, Jesper. Please."

"I'll always want a show when it comes to you." Claude is so damn hot. His pretty face, his perfect body, his hungry cock. Jesper wants to watch him and he chuckles when Claude starts out teasing them both with a slow touch. Of course he's going to do that to them, but he smirks when Claude touches himself quicker because he can't help himself. They can go slow and torturous another time. Right then, they're too locked in, they've been pent up.

He turns his head to kiss Claude's leg where it's pressed up against his chest. He slams into Claude harder than before when he shares that implication of fantasies to come. "I can't wait to be on my hands and knees for you." He'll have to wait long enough for them to get past this first round, but then all bets are off. He bites his ankle playfully. This is when them both being switches comes in so handy. It doesn't matter what position they're in. They are so thirsty.

"Like this?" He responds to the request by forcefully thrusting into Claude, all the way in, wrapping an arm around Claude's thigh and holding him still. "Just take it, baby. Let me fuck you." This makes it harder for Claude to push back into him because he doesn't want that, he wants Claude to be overtaken by sensation and desire. The instruction given, Jesper works hard and fast into him, the constant roll of his hips making his breath leave him and sweat drip down his chest.

"Saints you're so good." The tightening around him is downright sinful and he licks his lips, pushing down suddenly and putting pressure on Claude's leg to get down close enough to kiss him. His breath isn't enough to make it last for long but he licks into his mouth and pounds into him now, pinning his body to the bed as it moves a little underneath them. He moves back just enough to look into Claude's eyes. "I'm gonna come, please, with me."

Now that he has to give up on his tight control his hand holds him up over Claude's body and the other digs fingers into his thigh. He pushes into him as deeply as possible and releases, dragging a groan of Claude's name out of his mouth, still moving into him as he milks every moment of his orgasm.

Before he can answer - with words, anyway - that next snap of Jesper's hips brings forth an answer enough when it drags forth a moan which might just do it enough on its own. "Just like that," he manages in a gasp after since even when swept up in pleasure there's a good chance he won't miss a chance to comment on something. A diminishing one when Jesper makes it difficult to concentrate on finding those words, but the encouragement is still important.

Something which he provides as he's all but folded in half which he relishes. It's exactly what was promised as he gives in to holding still while Jesper fucks him into the mattress with roughness where each thrust draws cries of approval. The kisses shared as intensity builds further muffle but don't stop them as Claude brings up his free hand to run his nails along the other's shoulders before winding his fingers into his hair again.

As Jesper comes unraveled the ecstasy rushing through the other man is plain to see and it's enough to push him over willingly over the edge as if that plea wasn't more than enough on its own. "Don't stop," gets breathed out in what he'll have to trust is audible as Jesper chases making his pleasure last as long as possible, and he tightens around him again to bring those aftershocks.

All which funnels into his own orgasm as with a cry of the other's name he spills as nothing but sensation rushes through him and blanks out his mind with nothing to focus on but that. The same for when it fades and leaves nothing but bliss in its wake as Claude's focus returns enough to (somewhat) come back to his senses. His grip on Jesper's hair that'd become tighter still he releases to let his hand rest on the back of the other man's neck with affection as they both catch their breath. "That might've been as good as I remembered," he murmurs before grinning a second later. An incredible understatement, to say the least, and definitely far more than might.

There is a mindlessness at the end where all he can do is follow his pleasure as it builds up at the base of his spine and heats up his blood. It pounds in his ears as he slams into Claude's body to get more of those cries, but despite his brain being officially checked off when he comes, he never forgets who he's with. He never looks away from Claude, never pulls any further away now that he's pinning him to the bed, taking what they both have needed all this time.

He doesn't stop and lasts through when Claude tightens around him and he gives permission to let go, even then he still thrusts into Claude to make their ecstasy last, to stretch it out to the very last drop. He's panting heavily as he lingers inside of Claude for a few moments, close up and very intimate with him, shivering as the orgasm settles over his heated skin.

If he wasn't basically holding Claude down in an uncomfortable position he probably would have lingered longer but he pulls out so he can gently place Claude's leg back down so it doesn't start to ache in the wrong way. But once he does that he's right back, putting his hands on either side of Claude's body and leaning down to kiss him. "Mmm, well, I'm not at god of love status right now." He laughs and kisses him a few more quick pecks. "But at least give me a few rounds to try and live up to it."

Edited 2025-03-08 22:44 (UTC)

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