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"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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please forgive the wait lol if we want to wrap this here we can!