Jesper ends up not being afraid that Kaz will pass out after all. He can catch him if so, but there is a difference between being light-headed from trauma and light-headed from desire. Kaz is about to learn that very well, considering whose arms he's in and the promises he's made. The kiss remains sweet although there is applied pressure, but he doesn't part his lips and taste him. Jesper knows it is best to dance that line.
He turns his head when Kaz's skin touches his cheek, breathless, to brush his lips against the fingertips and the palm of the glove. Jesper looks at him with eyes that are pure silver when in this setting, and he smiles, leaning in. This time not to kiss him but to speak right against his ear. He leans Kaz back against the wall again and slides his arm from around him.
"Have you ever touched yourself, Kaz?" His voice is pure deep honey near his ear, his breath blowing on it but he isn't kissing it. He is the one being good about skin touch, making certain that every time they connect with skin it is Kaz's choice. It's not as if Jesper needs to touch his ear for his words to be felt. Jesper puts a hand on his heart and slowly presses it down.
Down, down, down.
Kaz can stop it at any point if he wants to, it is clear that Jesper is testing their boundaries, but he did tell Kaz he had an idea. If allowed, he places his hand on top of Kaz's pants, exactly where he would put his mouth if he could. He doesn't apply pressure yet but his hand is scorching hot, it would be so simply.
"I can get you off just like this, Kaz. You'd never have to touch skin." He did tell him he could make it so good. Jesper pauses though, he doesn't touch him more than that. "We could have a good time over our clothes. We could touch ourselves and watch the other while we do. I could tell you what I want to do to you as you touch yourself. There are many ways of being sexual, and I want to help you explore that, when you're ready."
The world is positively spinning and there's nothing in Kaz that wants to make it stop. He feels alive in that moment, empowered. Just as he had with the kiss shared with Inej. He hasn't pushed himself, but the ache has been there since that brief moment before he passed out the first time. He's wanted this, wanted to show them how much he's willing to give for all the years they've given him everything. Jesper had called Kaz on it, and he knew it was true. They had given him everything, and he knew it.
And now it was time for him to give them everything he could.
That touch of lips against his finger tips makes him shiver, lips parted and his cheeks red as he stares at Jesper with such dark eyes that they're practically pools of onyx.
That question causes an instant reaction, one that is nearly painful in that moment between shock at the kiss and words that challenged him to make an admission. One that was more complicated than he wanted to get into in this moment.
And easy enough not to answer as Jesper's skilled hand skims down along his body and he feels as if he's positively thrumming. There's no move to stop the other man, not even able to stop himself from leaning into Jesper's touch with a soft sound that is equally pained and desperate in turns.
The truth is that Kaz has held vague thoughts of things like this, of things he could do with those he cares about despite all his fears and panic but he'd always dismissed this. So certain it would be dismissed, that it wouldn't be enough for them, and now Jesper is offering him so much.
And this is his chance to say no, to explain he can't handle it, doesn't want this, and all would be a lie.
Instead though he draws back slightly, only enough to look Jesper in the eyes as he drags his fingers along the other man's cheek. Then his fingertips brush against Jesper's throat, pressing to the pulse of his throat for a moment.
Trembling as he leans in, kissing him once more as his lips part and his tongue brushes lightly against the breadth of Jesper's bottom lip.
This probably isn't the best place for them to do this, but it's not as if Jesper is capable of stopping when he isn't told to. They are caught in this lustful moment and the fact that they are technically in public is something that actually does it for him. They are tucked away into a corner, someone would have to come looking deliberately to find them, and so he is going to keep going. If they take too long to think about this, there are too many reasons to stop.
His own blood is boiling from the intimacy of the moment, from seeing Kaz surrender to him and what he's doing. Jesper wasn't entirely certain if this would be too much but Kaz is demanding (begging?) for more. He lets out a sharp breath when Kaz's tongue touches his lip and he almost loses control of himself. Almost kisses him within an inch of his life, plundering his mouth with his tongue, he wants it so much, but it seems like a risk, going too intense.
Because of that he reins himself in to return the kiss, pressing close, and he parts his lips so that Kaz can choose to explore if he wants it. Jesper is still dedicating himself to letting Kaz pick any skin contact while he is taking advantage of the clothes. Jesper's hands drop to Kaz's pants and he undoes them just a little to make it easier for him to only have one layer of clothes between them. It would be very easy to hurriedly do them up again, if need be.
Jesper's touch is firm over Kaz's underwear and he traces the outline of Kaz's cock over the fabric, rubbing him with some glorious friction, too eager to get him hard to take it slow. He pulls out of the kiss to breathe and because he is such a talker, nuzzling Kaz's nose with his. "I want to make you come, please, Kaz, let me give this to you." He breathes unsteadily, just as turned on, stroking him through his clothes. "You're so beautiful, it's all I've ever wanted."
Maybe it's the challenge of public that led him to kiss Inej in at the spa and now this with Jesper in public. Places where he won't let himself pass out or to reveal that weakness once more.
Not that he's thinking about the possibility of passing out. He can't think of anything else but these new and wildly erotic lessons he's sharing with Jesper. The taste of him on Kaz's lips, the heat of his body, and that touch that might cause an absolutely different reaction than passing out, and much too soon if he's not careful.
His breath comes in quick, hard pants, aching to kiss Jesper in that moment but, for a moment, he can't. Not as he feels the front of his pants loosen, that first touch of strong, nimble fingers against his hardening cock and he clutches at Jesper's jacket to keep himself from falling to the ground. Not in a faint but in his knees giving out in the sensation of pleasure unlike anything he's had before.
And what he offers in return might not seem like much, but for him, in that moment, it feels like so much. He takes a moment to peel off his gloves, shuffling to tuck them away a moment before his fingers return to Jesper's skin.
Tracing the line of his jaw, letting his thumb brush the breadth of Jesper's bottom lip even as he feels his cock harden further against that friction of the other man's touch.
The sound he makes is nearly pained, positively needful as his mouth claims Jesper's once more, his tongue tentatively brushing into Jesper's mouth.
Jesper has a real skill for making people weak at the knees, literally, so he catches Kaz when he starts to wobble, laughing quietly since it's only feeding his ego. Kaz is panting and desperate in his arms and he feels more powerful than ever before, to make this man fall apart on him. He does consider what the best plan of attack is here and is startled when he feels Kaz's very soft hand against his skin. Oh that's nice.
The sounds Kaz is making will echo in his dreams for certain. Jesper opens his mouth to let Kaz explore him in that tentative way, his tongue gently rubbing against his to test. Kaz is so hot under his hand, hot and hard and wanting, and he wants to give him everything he desires. Jesper crowds him against the wall again, his body pinning him, his hand moving sure and aggressive against him. It doubles as a way for Kaz to lean on him if he gets weak in the knees some more, which he most certainly will when he comes. He can let go.
He pulls out of the kiss and smirks at Kaz, eyes pure silver, looking hungrily at his face as he reacts to everything Jesper is doing to him. "One day I'll get my mouth on you, you'll be ruined after that, all you'll think about when you see my lips is what it feels like." Jesper chuckles and purposely doesn't let Kaz kiss him again, wanting to watch as he uses the heel of his palm to stroke down firmly but clever fingers caress the head, feeling wetness. It makes him so unbearably thirsty.
"I'll give you everything you could ever want, Kaz, all you have to do is let me." Jesper runs his fingers through Kaz's hair, cupping the back of his head, still doing the very least skin touching he can. He slowly tightens his grip on his hair to hold him in place. "Look at me. I want to see you. I want you to see me."
It isn't as if Kaz hasn't been aware of how seductive Jesper Fahey can be. He's witnessed it often enough. The right turn of his head, the teasing twist of full, lush lips, and nothing more than a word or two and he's seen how Jesper can reduce man or woman to little more than pleading words. Even if Jesper hadn't been aware that Kaz had ever seen it.
Because to admit he'd seen it might be admitting to the disappointment that it wasn't directed at him. Even if he'd made it clear before now that Jesper never should.
Kaz had wanted this though.
He'd craved to have that attention though, realizing how much Jesper had wanted it as much as he had.
Because there is no doubting that. In all the times others have tried to fool Kaz, he didn't doubt the desires Jesper felt for him. Just as he hid nothing in the way he kissed the other man, learning and experimenting. Though it's hard to put himself into kissing Jesper when those skilled gunslinger's hands are playing him with more finesse than he'd ever seen Jesper handle a pistol.
Mewling, a soft and needy sound Kaz himself wouldn't have thought he was capable of but then there it is, and he would hate himself for the sound that felt like weakness. If only it didn't all feel so amazing.
Rocking his hips, painfully hard and imagining if he could handle bare hands on his skin. But then it's not thoughts of bare hands in his head. Not with those words.
Astringent eyes are dark, nearly black as they meet Jesper's pale gaze. Lips parted and his cheeks flushed. His hair is wild, dark lines against his brow. He's clothed, backed to a wall, and even in that moment he must look as thoroughly debauched as he feels.
"Jesper."
It's a plea, a benediction, and a warning all rolled into one. His entire body goes tense, practically raising up on his toes as he shudders through his orgasm, trembling with every pulsing motion of his cock as he comes like a schoolboy in his trousers because of the words and touch of a man he isn't sure he could do without.
Jesper imagined being with Kaz in every possible way. His fantasties were endless. Before he knew about the touch problem, he did think about what it would be like to have their naked bodies together, but there is something deeply sexual about this too. Never let it be said that withholding couldn't also be a turn-on. As much as he'd enjoy more touch some day, it was clearly not holding his satisfaction back in the slightest. Kaz was shaking under his hand. What else did he need?
"Saints that sound could get me hard alone," Jesper says breathily, watching Kaz's face unblinking, hungry. The needy sound that Kaz would never ordinarily give unless he was really out of his mind in lust. He is giving Kaz Brekker the kind of pleasure that he'd never truly experienced before and it was so satisfying that it's him.
"Come for me." He can see he's on the edge when he whispers his name and Jesper admires the flush in his face and black eyes. Jesper holds onto him because he can trust in him, he would never let him down, letting him collapse into him as he orgasms. Jesper can't resist ducking his head down and kissing him in the aftermath, wanting to follow the rush and taste it on Kaz's tongue.
He doesn't let it linger too long, he doesn't want to overwhelm him, and Jesper's breathing uneasily. He's also hard and tense from it, Kaz losing it making him painfully needy. He waits until Kaz seemes steadier on his feet and then hurriedly drops his hands down to his trousers, pulling himself out.
Jesper doesn't require much at all by this point, stroking himself fast and ruthless as he looks at Kaz's perfect lips and glazed over eyes. "Kaz," he whispers, gasping in air as he comes only a few seconds later. Jesper groans and drops his head down against Kaz's shoulder. "Love you." He says it on a sigh into his fabric.
Never before has Kaz let himself stop and think about anything between himself and others that was physical and sexual. He had barely thought about the closeness he had let himself already have. Instead letting life bring it one moment at a time, not thinking about anything where Jesper might be on his knees before him, or his hands even playing Kaz's body as he is.
And Jesper hadn't even needed nudity to get what he wanted, and what Kaz hadn't realized he needed.
It's the lightest that Kaz has ever felt in his own body. An entirely different type of dizziness that has his head spinning and only that kiss seems to keep him grounded here and now. An odd and delightful sensation to such contact, to feeling as if he is brought back from the lightheadedness of touch by the touch of one he cares about so dearly.
Not even expecting Jesper to find his own release like that, so quick and whispering Kaz's own name, focused entirely on him in a way that feels new and amazing and so delicate in a way that he wants to care for it, and protect this, all of this, as something he had never thought he might have and was unwilling to let go if he has a say in it. For as long as he might have it. Might have Jesper.
"You are amazing," he whispers, the words still new to him, even to hear them directed at himself. His hand comes up, cupping the back of Jesper's neck and stroking tenderly there, keeping him close for a moment. "The things you show me," he marvels, still a bit awestruck about it all, even if they're practically in public and it was quick and fast and filthy... and for Kaz it was perfect. How he needed it where he couldn't overthink things and let Jesper show him so much.
Jesper's been thinking about this since Kaz admitted to his situation and also admitted that he wanted him. He's a savant when it comes to sex so it was easy to make a list of options for them that would keep Kaz safe but satisfied. He feels nothing but satisfaction right now himself, completely pleased with what he managed to accomplish. He had Kaz Brekker mewling and desperate for him seconds ago. Incredible.
His own orgasm hits him like a brick because it feels so good all around. It was perfect for what they needed, as strange as that may be in a public corner only through their clothes. He puts himself away and wipes off his hand on his underwear for now, they both will have to change after this, he loves that. He puts his trousers back on and then does the same for Kaz, tenderly putting his clothes back to where they should be. The only real sign of what they did on the outside would be their flushed cheeks and dazed eyes.
"My darling Kaz," Jesper whispers back, smiling. He slides an arm around him again and pulls him into his body in an embrace. "We've only just begun." They're lovers now, through and through. Jesper feels like he's flying, like he could take on the entire world and the two of them would still win. It's heady, loving Kaz Brekker, and being loved by him.
His hand slips down to very playfully squeeze Kaz's ass because he can and he's giggling, yes giggling, as he kisses him one more time, very gently. "We need to go get cleaned up, but maybe use that brilliant mind of yours to think about what you want for the next time." Jesper grins at him, as bright as sunlight.
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Jesper ends up not being afraid that Kaz will pass out after all. He can catch him if so, but there is a difference between being light-headed from trauma and light-headed from desire. Kaz is about to learn that very well, considering whose arms he's in and the promises he's made. The kiss remains sweet although there is applied pressure, but he doesn't part his lips and taste him. Jesper knows it is best to dance that line.
He turns his head when Kaz's skin touches his cheek, breathless, to brush his lips against the fingertips and the palm of the glove. Jesper looks at him with eyes that are pure silver when in this setting, and he smiles, leaning in. This time not to kiss him but to speak right against his ear. He leans Kaz back against the wall again and slides his arm from around him.
"Have you ever touched yourself, Kaz?" His voice is pure deep honey near his ear, his breath blowing on it but he isn't kissing it. He is the one being good about skin touch, making certain that every time they connect with skin it is Kaz's choice. It's not as if Jesper needs to touch his ear for his words to be felt. Jesper puts a hand on his heart and slowly presses it down.
Down, down, down.
Kaz can stop it at any point if he wants to, it is clear that Jesper is testing their boundaries, but he did tell Kaz he had an idea. If allowed, he places his hand on top of Kaz's pants, exactly where he would put his mouth if he could. He doesn't apply pressure yet but his hand is scorching hot, it would be so simply.
"I can get you off just like this, Kaz. You'd never have to touch skin." He did tell him he could make it so good. Jesper pauses though, he doesn't touch him more than that. "We could have a good time over our clothes. We could touch ourselves and watch the other while we do. I could tell you what I want to do to you as you touch yourself. There are many ways of being sexual, and I want to help you explore that, when you're ready."
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And now it was time for him to give them everything he could.
That touch of lips against his finger tips makes him shiver, lips parted and his cheeks red as he stares at Jesper with such dark eyes that they're practically pools of onyx.
That question causes an instant reaction, one that is nearly painful in that moment between shock at the kiss and words that challenged him to make an admission. One that was more complicated than he wanted to get into in this moment.
And easy enough not to answer as Jesper's skilled hand skims down along his body and he feels as if he's positively thrumming. There's no move to stop the other man, not even able to stop himself from leaning into Jesper's touch with a soft sound that is equally pained and desperate in turns.
The truth is that Kaz has held vague thoughts of things like this, of things he could do with those he cares about despite all his fears and panic but he'd always dismissed this. So certain it would be dismissed, that it wouldn't be enough for them, and now Jesper is offering him so much.
And this is his chance to say no, to explain he can't handle it, doesn't want this, and all would be a lie.
Instead though he draws back slightly, only enough to look Jesper in the eyes as he drags his fingers along the other man's cheek. Then his fingertips brush against Jesper's throat, pressing to the pulse of his throat for a moment.
Trembling as he leans in, kissing him once more as his lips part and his tongue brushes lightly against the breadth of Jesper's bottom lip.
"Show me."
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His own blood is boiling from the intimacy of the moment, from seeing Kaz surrender to him and what he's doing. Jesper wasn't entirely certain if this would be too much but Kaz is demanding (begging?) for more. He lets out a sharp breath when Kaz's tongue touches his lip and he almost loses control of himself. Almost kisses him within an inch of his life, plundering his mouth with his tongue, he wants it so much, but it seems like a risk, going too intense.
Because of that he reins himself in to return the kiss, pressing close, and he parts his lips so that Kaz can choose to explore if he wants it. Jesper is still dedicating himself to letting Kaz pick any skin contact while he is taking advantage of the clothes. Jesper's hands drop to Kaz's pants and he undoes them just a little to make it easier for him to only have one layer of clothes between them. It would be very easy to hurriedly do them up again, if need be.
Jesper's touch is firm over Kaz's underwear and he traces the outline of Kaz's cock over the fabric, rubbing him with some glorious friction, too eager to get him hard to take it slow. He pulls out of the kiss to breathe and because he is such a talker, nuzzling Kaz's nose with his. "I want to make you come, please, Kaz, let me give this to you." He breathes unsteadily, just as turned on, stroking him through his clothes. "You're so beautiful, it's all I've ever wanted."
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Not that he's thinking about the possibility of passing out. He can't think of anything else but these new and wildly erotic lessons he's sharing with Jesper. The taste of him on Kaz's lips, the heat of his body, and that touch that might cause an absolutely different reaction than passing out, and much too soon if he's not careful.
His breath comes in quick, hard pants, aching to kiss Jesper in that moment but, for a moment, he can't. Not as he feels the front of his pants loosen, that first touch of strong, nimble fingers against his hardening cock and he clutches at Jesper's jacket to keep himself from falling to the ground. Not in a faint but in his knees giving out in the sensation of pleasure unlike anything he's had before.
And what he offers in return might not seem like much, but for him, in that moment, it feels like so much. He takes a moment to peel off his gloves, shuffling to tuck them away a moment before his fingers return to Jesper's skin.
Tracing the line of his jaw, letting his thumb brush the breadth of Jesper's bottom lip even as he feels his cock harden further against that friction of the other man's touch.
The sound he makes is nearly pained, positively needful as his mouth claims Jesper's once more, his tongue tentatively brushing into Jesper's mouth.
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The sounds Kaz is making will echo in his dreams for certain. Jesper opens his mouth to let Kaz explore him in that tentative way, his tongue gently rubbing against his to test. Kaz is so hot under his hand, hot and hard and wanting, and he wants to give him everything he desires. Jesper crowds him against the wall again, his body pinning him, his hand moving sure and aggressive against him. It doubles as a way for Kaz to lean on him if he gets weak in the knees some more, which he most certainly will when he comes. He can let go.
He pulls out of the kiss and smirks at Kaz, eyes pure silver, looking hungrily at his face as he reacts to everything Jesper is doing to him. "One day I'll get my mouth on you, you'll be ruined after that, all you'll think about when you see my lips is what it feels like." Jesper chuckles and purposely doesn't let Kaz kiss him again, wanting to watch as he uses the heel of his palm to stroke down firmly but clever fingers caress the head, feeling wetness. It makes him so unbearably thirsty.
"I'll give you everything you could ever want, Kaz, all you have to do is let me." Jesper runs his fingers through Kaz's hair, cupping the back of his head, still doing the very least skin touching he can. He slowly tightens his grip on his hair to hold him in place. "Look at me. I want to see you. I want you to see me."
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Because to admit he'd seen it might be admitting to the disappointment that it wasn't directed at him. Even if he'd made it clear before now that Jesper never should.
Kaz had wanted this though.
He'd craved to have that attention though, realizing how much Jesper had wanted it as much as he had.
Because there is no doubting that. In all the times others have tried to fool Kaz, he didn't doubt the desires Jesper felt for him. Just as he hid nothing in the way he kissed the other man, learning and experimenting. Though it's hard to put himself into kissing Jesper when those skilled gunslinger's hands are playing him with more finesse than he'd ever seen Jesper handle a pistol.
Mewling, a soft and needy sound Kaz himself wouldn't have thought he was capable of but then there it is, and he would hate himself for the sound that felt like weakness. If only it didn't all feel so amazing.
Rocking his hips, painfully hard and imagining if he could handle bare hands on his skin. But then it's not thoughts of bare hands in his head. Not with those words.
Astringent eyes are dark, nearly black as they meet Jesper's pale gaze. Lips parted and his cheeks flushed. His hair is wild, dark lines against his brow. He's clothed, backed to a wall, and even in that moment he must look as thoroughly debauched as he feels.
"Jesper."
It's a plea, a benediction, and a warning all rolled into one. His entire body goes tense, practically raising up on his toes as he shudders through his orgasm, trembling with every pulsing motion of his cock as he comes like a schoolboy in his trousers because of the words and touch of a man he isn't sure he could do without.
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"Saints that sound could get me hard alone," Jesper says breathily, watching Kaz's face unblinking, hungry. The needy sound that Kaz would never ordinarily give unless he was really out of his mind in lust. He is giving Kaz Brekker the kind of pleasure that he'd never truly experienced before and it was so satisfying that it's him.
"Come for me." He can see he's on the edge when he whispers his name and Jesper admires the flush in his face and black eyes. Jesper holds onto him because he can trust in him, he would never let him down, letting him collapse into him as he orgasms. Jesper can't resist ducking his head down and kissing him in the aftermath, wanting to follow the rush and taste it on Kaz's tongue.
He doesn't let it linger too long, he doesn't want to overwhelm him, and Jesper's breathing uneasily. He's also hard and tense from it, Kaz losing it making him painfully needy. He waits until Kaz seemes steadier on his feet and then hurriedly drops his hands down to his trousers, pulling himself out.
Jesper doesn't require much at all by this point, stroking himself fast and ruthless as he looks at Kaz's perfect lips and glazed over eyes. "Kaz," he whispers, gasping in air as he comes only a few seconds later. Jesper groans and drops his head down against Kaz's shoulder. "Love you." He says it on a sigh into his fabric.
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And Jesper hadn't even needed nudity to get what he wanted, and what Kaz hadn't realized he needed.
It's the lightest that Kaz has ever felt in his own body. An entirely different type of dizziness that has his head spinning and only that kiss seems to keep him grounded here and now. An odd and delightful sensation to such contact, to feeling as if he is brought back from the lightheadedness of touch by the touch of one he cares about so dearly.
Not even expecting Jesper to find his own release like that, so quick and whispering Kaz's own name, focused entirely on him in a way that feels new and amazing and so delicate in a way that he wants to care for it, and protect this, all of this, as something he had never thought he might have and was unwilling to let go if he has a say in it. For as long as he might have it. Might have Jesper.
"You are amazing," he whispers, the words still new to him, even to hear them directed at himself. His hand comes up, cupping the back of Jesper's neck and stroking tenderly there, keeping him close for a moment. "The things you show me," he marvels, still a bit awestruck about it all, even if they're practically in public and it was quick and fast and filthy... and for Kaz it was perfect. How he needed it where he couldn't overthink things and let Jesper show him so much.
Can wrap here or on yours. ThEY ARE SO CUTE.
His own orgasm hits him like a brick because it feels so good all around. It was perfect for what they needed, as strange as that may be in a public corner only through their clothes. He puts himself away and wipes off his hand on his underwear for now, they both will have to change after this, he loves that. He puts his trousers back on and then does the same for Kaz, tenderly putting his clothes back to where they should be. The only real sign of what they did on the outside would be their flushed cheeks and dazed eyes.
"My darling Kaz," Jesper whispers back, smiling. He slides an arm around him again and pulls him into his body in an embrace. "We've only just begun." They're lovers now, through and through. Jesper feels like he's flying, like he could take on the entire world and the two of them would still win. It's heady, loving Kaz Brekker, and being loved by him.
His hand slips down to very playfully squeeze Kaz's ass because he can and he's giggling, yes giggling, as he kisses him one more time, very gently. "We need to go get cleaned up, but maybe use that brilliant mind of yours to think about what you want for the next time." Jesper grins at him, as bright as sunlight.