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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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.