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They tumbled into Jesper’s room at the slat as they made out and navigated their way to the bed. Excitement ran in Wylan’s blood as he was gently pushed down onto the sheets he woke up in that morning. Ravka was free, The Darkling was dead, and miraculously, they all made it out alive. Jesper convinced him that a celebration was in order as soon as they returned to Ketterdam and Wylan couldn’t will himself to disagree.
“Is this okay?” Jesper asked, his fingers teasing the buttons of Wylan’s coat.
Wylan nodded and tried to pull Jesper back into a kiss, but was stopped by a gentled hand in his hair. Jesper angled his gaze up.
“Answer me.”
It wasn’t mean, wasn’t harsh, nor was it a demand. It was a request Wylan became intimately familiar with because Jesper wanted verbal answers every time.
“Yes,” Wylan answered him.
Jesper granted the kiss as they frantically undressed each other. Sooner than what should be humanly possible, their clothes were heaped on the floor and they admired each other. Then Jesper was on top of him and Wylan found comfort in the familiarity of their bare bodies pressed against each other.
“How do you want it?” Jesper rubbed small, comforting circles into his side.
“Don’t care,” Wylan hummed. “Just want you.”
And that seemed to be the right answer because suddenly Wylan found himself with Jesper’s tongue in his mouth. He sighed happily and spread his legs for Jesper to slot between as he was kissed deeply. Butterflies fluttered in his gut when Jesper leaned over to dig through the bedside table drawer and pulled out a half-empty bottle of oil. Slicked fingers teased his rim.
“Tell me you want it.”
And, yeah, he said that every time too. Wylan practically couldn’t breathe when he said it during their first night together.
“Want your fingers, Jesper please,” Wylan whined.
A skilled finger slowly eased its way inside of him and Wylan breathed deeply at the intrusion. He moaned softly and shut his eyes in pleasure, feeling Jesper’s eyes on him as he began to thrust the digit in and out at a lovely rhythm. It wasn’t enough.
“Jes, more.”
Jesper listened and slipped in two more fingers alongside the first. Wylan wrapped his arms around Jesper’s shoulders for support as he rocked back, fucking himself on his lover’s fingers. He moaned wantonly when Jesper changed the angle slightly and pressed directly against his prostate.
“There you go, Wy. Take what you need,” Jesper said with his soft lips pressed against the curve of Wylan’s jaw.
Wylan took it unabashed and unashamed, pleasuring himself to the point of borderline ecstasy. Everything that wasn’t Jesper disappeared from his mind as helpless moans were coaxed out of him with those fucking brilliant, toe-curling fingers. He was so, so close.
“Jesper,” Wylan forced his voice to work. “Please, ‘m ready for you.”
“Ready for me to what?”
Wylan felt his smug grin against his skin. Bastard.
“Fuck me,” Wylan huffed a bit impatient.
Mercifully, Jesper didn’t tease him any longer. He carefully pulled his fingers out of Wylan and wiped them half-haphazardly on the sheets. Jesper gripped his cock as he lined up and Wylan didn’t notice that he was holding his breath until Jesper told him to breathe.
Wylan inhaled deeply. Jesper slid home in one smooth motion.
“Oh, you take it so well every time,” Jesper moaned into his neck. “So good,” he slurred as he bottomed out. “Such a good boy.”
Wylan didn’t have enough experience to know what he liked and what he didn’t. His first time was a shuffle of clothes in a dark room and the fear of his father walking in didn’t leave much time for exploration. And his previous nights spent with Jesper were quick and they simply didn’t have the time to be completely enamored in one another.
But that? He liked that.
He keened under the praise and his heart beat rapidly in anticipation when Jesper stilled. Jesper lifted his head to stare Wylan in the eyes and reveled in the intimacy.
“You like that? When I call you good?”
Wylan nodded up at him, wide-eyed.
“I want to hear you say it,” Jesper murmured lowly, just for him.
Wylan wasn’t sure if verbal consent was something deeply important to Jesper, or if he just loved hearing his voice wrecked beyond relief. Either way, he wasn’t complaining.
“Yes,” Wylan gasped softly. “Call me good.”
Jesper grinned devilishly down at him as he started thrusting at a slow pace and Wylan wasn’t sure if he would survive. “You’re so good. So pretty.”
Wylan moaned softly and dragged Jesper down into a kiss by his hair. It was filthy and demanding; a perfect contrast to the way Jesper slowly rocked into him as his hands trailed down and gently squeezed the meat of Wylan’s thighs.
“You’re so perfect,” Jesper sighed into his mouth, keeping his torturous pace.
Wylan gripped Jesper’s shoulders. “Jes,” he tried to catch his breath. “Faster.”
“No,” Jesper denied him with a groan, burying his head in the nape of Wylan’s neck. “Just let me feel you like this, please,” he whined. “Please, baby. Please.”
Oh, Saints. His heart swelled at the new pet name, but he didn’t dwell on it for long. Jesper Fahey was begging. Begging him, begging Wylan for what he wanted like he couldn’t just take it and Wylan would let him. He liked that too.
Wylan gripped Jesper’s chin and forced his head up. His eyes were shut in bliss.
“Look at me.”
Jesper did. His cock twitched at Jesper’s obedience and the far-away look in his eyes. He liked that the most, but he filed it away for another night.
Wylan petted Jesper’s hair with his free hand. “If this is how you want me, this is how you’ll have me,” he whispered just loud enough for Jesper to hear. That sentiment belonged to no one else.
Jesper stilled his hips and stared at him with awe. Wylan had never felt so special. So worthy of someone like him.
“Anyway I want you?”
“Yes,” Wylan assured him.
Those dexterous, lovely hands let go of his thighs and found their way up to Wylan’s hands. He grasped both in one of his own and pinned Wylan’s wrists above his head. His breath caught.
“Even like this?”
Wylan was completely at his mercy. The idea of lying helpless beneath Jesper as he stole his own pleasure and enjoyed Wylan the way he wanted was too appealing.
“Especially like this.”
Jesper’s hips started moving again and he buried his free hand into Wylan’s mussed hair. He forced Wylan to crane his neck and paused by his ear before he attached his lips. Wylan shook with anticipation.
“Can I leave marks?” Jesper asked. “Let everyone in the Saint-forsaken Barrel know you’re mine?”
Wylan nodded his head but was quick to correct himself before Jesper could. “Yeah, yes Jesper. I’m yours.”
Lips met his neck and sucked harshly. Wylan moaned, knowing that the deep violet marks would last for days on his pale skin. Anyone could look at him and know exactly who he belonged to. That he yielded so easily and willingly to the deadliest sharpshooter in all of Ketterdam. That they belonged to each other.
Jesper kept whispering confessions doused in arousal as he marked up the span of his neck.
“You feel so good.” A nip at his shoulder.
“My good boy.” A squeeze to his wrists.
“Love having you like this.” A tug at his hair.
Wylan writhed under the attention but Jesper didn’t let up. He fucked him incredibly slow, purposefully steering clear of that spot inside of Wylan that made him see stars. The hand in his hair moved to cup his cheek.
“Love you.” A peck to his lips.
Wylan let out a small gasp. “You love me?” He whispered.
“Yes.” There was no hesitation in his voice, not a shred of doubt. “I love you, Wylan, so much. Everything about you,” Jesper confessed, looking Wylan in the eyes all the while.
“I love you too,” he said softly with astonishment.
“Really?” Jesper wiped at a tear that Wylan didn’t even know had fallen.
“Mhm,” Wylan moaned. “Would love you more if you went faster, though.”
Jesper laughed, delighted, and smiled down at Wylan with a look of such adoration. They kissed again and Wylan couldn’t help his whine of surprise when Jesper picked up the pace. He pulled back, and Wylan saw that they were both crying now. It was perfect, it was lovely, it was devotion.
They moved together, faster now. Wylan tried his best to meet Jesper’s thrusts without the leverage of his hands, but Jesper’s free hand stilled his hips by pressing him down into the mattress.
“Just lay there, baby. Be good and let me take care of you,” Jesper told him. “You gonna let me give you what you need?”
What he needed was clear and laid out bare for his lover but Wylan knew Jesper wanted to hear him. To know intimately what Wylan desired and how to give it to him. To memorize his body entirely and know which touches enticed throaty moans as opposed to those that drew out breathless whines.
“Yes, Jes, please. You make me feel good, so so good.” His pleas devolved into pleasure-filled babbles as Jesper moved inside of his pliant body harder and impossibly faster. His jaw went slack and deep moans escaped when the head of Jesper’s cock repeatedly drove into the spot that made him drool deliriously.
Wylan knows he’s flushed red beyond belief and his eyes flutter but never shut. He’d never pass up the view of beautiful, talented Jesper staring at him with furrowed eyebrows and lust-clouded eyes.
“You’re so gorgeous, sound so pretty for me.”
It’s a blessing to be loved and cherished by him. Regardless of how many times he heard it, Wylan marveled at how wonderful it was to have Jesper, perfect Jesper, tell him how gorgeous he was.
And then one of his legs was being hiked up and thrown over Jesper’s shoulder. Their breath grew deep and shallow and Wylan grinned at Jesper’s desperate moan when he spread his other leg wider for him to get closer between them. The strain was good and comfortable, Wylan just barely flexible enough.
Wylan’s hips bucked with a groan and his hands struggled against Jesper’s hold for the first time that night when Jesper grasped his cock in his hand. He ran his thumb over the head as he stroked him slowly.
“Jes,” his moan was drawn out, stretched thin. He couldn’t take it anymore. “Darling, please, please, please. Let me touch.”
His wrists were free immediately and his hand shot down to stroke himself with a speed Jesper wouldn’t grant him.
“Like when you call me that,” Jesper sighed, running his hands all over Wylan’s body. Poking and prodding for new ways to make him lose his damned mind.
“Darling?” Wylan smiled at Jesper’s whine of confirmation. “I can’t get enough of you, Darling. Want you to make me cum.”
Jesper reacted like he touched a live wire. His efforts doubled down as he thrusted into Wylan with his famously impeccable aim that practically vaulted him to the edge.
“Saints,” Wylan whimpered, moving his hand impossibly faster up and down his cock.
He’s come undone under Jesper before, in a plethora of ways. Their first night when Jesper wrapped those perfect lips around his cock before he laid him down and ravished him. After his first job with the crows, Wylan congratulated Jesper on being a free man by riding him quickly and fast on his workshop’s shitty bed that creaked the entire time. When they retired to Jesper’s room at a cheap inn and moaned into each other’s mouths all the while, for fear of bothering those in neighboring rooms.
But this time was so much more meaningful, and Wylan knew this moment would carve out a piece of his heart and nestle itself there forever. Because Jesper Fahey loved him and Wylan loved him right back.
He came with a keen as he spurted white all over his own hand and both their chests. Jesper peppered his face with soft kisses as he lowered Wylan’s leg and moved to pull out. Wylan had just enough coherence to lock his legs around Jesper’s waist to keep him in place.
“Keep going, I don’t want you to stop,” Wylan begged him as he caught his breath and basked in his post-orgasmic bliss.
Wylan had never thought about or even toyed with the idea of overstimulation. He never had someone he trusted enough. But with Jesper, his body yearned for vulnerability.
“Don’t wanna hurt you.” Jesper took his hand and kissed his palm.
Wylan didn’t tell him that he wouldn’t, because he didn’t know that.
“I’ll tell you if you do,” Wylan promised him. “Trust me to tell you.”
“Okay,” Jesper breathed as he started thrusting again.
Each tentative thrust punches out small moans that Wylan doesn’t bother to hide. Sparks of arousal and sharp pleasure zip up his spine and shock his body all over in the best way possible. A sort of hazy satisfaction clouds his mind and contentment washes over him as Jesper just uses him. It’s shocking how good it feels and Wylan’s sure to tell him because he knows Jesper wants to hear it.
“O-oh Saints feels so good,” Wylan manages and he let his legs fall.
Jesper’s thrusts were still slow and Wylan knew it was out of apprehension.
“Mmmh, love it like this,” Wylan continued as drool ran down his chin. “Like it when you use me.”
Jesper’s rhythm faltered at that before he gripped Wylan’s hips hard enough to leave bruises and brought him down to meet every brutal thrust. He leaned down to kiss and lick the side of Wylan’s neck that was left neglected earlier.
“Fuck, baby. You can’t say things like that,” Jesper moans ragged into his neck. “Gonna send me to an early grave.”
Wylan’s moans gave way to sobs as Jesper chased his own completion. “Don’t, don’t stop.” He threw his arms around Jesper’s frame.
It was so good, his body was on fire, and molten gold pooled in his gut as he felt himself get hard again. Jesper must’ve felt his interest because he gripped his cock and stroked Wylan through the mess he already made. It was slick and wet as Jesper dragged Wylan right back to the edge with him.
Jesper began moaning nonsense and Wylan knew he was close.
“I’m s-so lucky to have you. Such a good boy, so good for me. Letting me see you, hear you, have you like this,” Jesper overwhelmed him with praise.
And then Wylan’s body’s convulsing as he cums for Jesper a second time. He tightened around Jesper and his hips finally stilled as he came deep inside of him, where Wylan never wanted anyone else. Because he offered every single part of himself with open palms to the man he loved and nobody else.
They panted as they enjoyed the afterglow together, breathing one another’s air. Jesper pushed himself up to kiss Wylan softly. Wylan sighed in bliss as he clutched Jesper’s face as if they could possibly be any closer than they were. Jesper pulled out carefully with a wince and pulled Wylan into his arms. They both grimaced at the stickiness between them as they held each other, but they would clean up later.
“Jesper?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“What you said. Was that a heat of the moment thing or did you mean it?”
Jesper kissed him again and it was all the assurance he needed, really, but he didn’t mind hearing the confession again.
“Wylan, believe me when I say that I love you. I will tell you a thousand times over if that’s what it takes. I’d do anything for you, even steal Kaz’s cane.”
Wylan’s heart swelled. “I love you so much, Jesper.” They kissed again and it was perfect. “But don’t ever mention Kaz in our bed again.”