everymonstrousthing | (no subject)

(no subject)

Kaz lets Jesper lead the way. It isn't the first time that he's been in Jesper's apartment but it's the first time without Inej, and that makes everything different. Once he's inside, he shrugs out of his jacket, leaves himself in his shirtsleeves, looks down at his gloves for a long, long time. Irritated, he passes one hand back through his hair and lowers himself down onto the couch.

"Not too late to turn me out onto the street, Jesper."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Of course you did."

Kaz smiling is better than a fat win at the tables because it's more rare and Jesper drops his head down to kiss him. He's got to enjoy the win while it lasts.

It's a good kiss, in Kaz's limited experience, and he pushes it deeper, craving it like a man needs oxygen to keep from sinking under the surface and drowning.

He whimpers a little and knows that Kaz will tease him when he remembers himself but Jesper doesn't care. This is the kind of kiss he's wanted from Kaz in a stupidly long time. When he moves again, it's harder, with less control.

The slightly sharper shift of Jesper's hips, his cock, presses a sharper sound out of Kaz, muffled against Jesper's mouth.

He's not in any doubt now. What Kaz feels is pleasure and Jesper is the source of it. It makes his whole body feel tight, needing to drive into him.

When Jesper finds his rhythm, it's harder, deeper than Kaz was expecting, and he feels like he's been pushed into cold water, like everything is sharp and new and clear. He can feel the pulsing heat of Jesper over him, inside him. He sobs out a breath.

Cursing softly, Jesper tilts his head, kissing his neck and giving Kaz a little more room to breathe. "It's okay," he mumbles, trying to reassure...one of them. Maybe both. He keeps stroking Kaz, tries to remember the both of them.

And maybe it is and maybe it isn't but, for right now, there's this and it's enough. Kaz tilts his head back against the pillow, giving Jesper room to kiss at his neck. His fingers curl around Jesper's biceps, squeezing.

"Kaz," he says, just because he likes the sound of it right now. He repeats Kaz's name once, twice, because when is he going to get the chance again? Saints.

He finds that he likes the sound of his name on the tip of Jesper's tongue like that, soft and meant.

"M'right here," he mumbles.

He is and Jesper savors it, kissing up Kaz's words like a taste he can only have once. Every encouragement that Kaz gives him makes Jesper a little bolder and now he touches Kaz's face, a little soft, as if they're actually lovers.

"I want to see you come," he says and it's stupid and obvious, unvarnished with dirty talk. He just does.

"Won't take long," says Kaz, laughing breathlessly as he squirms, rocking up into the brush of Jesper's fingers, down onto the press of his cock. He swallows. "Fuck, Jes. C'mon."

On 10 September 2016 at 20:37, materialnik - DW Comment < dw_null@dreamwidth.org> wrote:

Jesper laughs, kisses Kaz again, and starts to stroke Kaz in earnest. "Saints, Kaz," he says between kisses. "I'm not going to make it if you talk to me like that."

"Talk to you like what?" asks Kaz, all wide eyed innocence for a moment before his eyelashes flicker, before his back arches and his mouth fall opens in a moan.

"Hot." It's an oddly modern word to use, which makes Jesper delight in it even more. Kaz sounds so good, so raw, and Jesper kisses him, thrusts in.

"I'm..." he warns.

"Do it," says Kaz, surprising himself with how much he wants it. He drops his own hand between them, curling his fingers over Jesper's, changing the rhythm of his hand, slightly, pushing himself closer and closer to an edge.

Jesper groans, shivering at the way he's given permission and the way Kaz helps him. Breathing roughly, he fucks into Kaz, grateful for the sheathe that he doesn't have to pull out because he wants desperately to stay in that heat as he comes.

"Saints, Kaz," he says against his mouth.

"C'mon," mumbles Kax under his breath, flushed and squirming, his own breath coming hard and fast. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon."

It sounds like a prayer and Jesper loves the sound of it. He inclines his head, kisses Kaz, messy and openmouthed, groaning as he spends himself. His hand works Kaz, trapped between them.

Kaz feels the moment that it happens, the sudden stutter of Jesper's hips and he whimpers, his own rhythm slipping for a moment, as he rocks up into Jesper's hand once, twice more and then comes, hot and sticky between their bodies.

He's never thought of Kaz as someone who tolerates being messy, but this is glorious proof otherwise. He comes between them and Jesper can feel it on their chests and bellies, can see and smell sweat and sex around them. It's so off from their usual interacts and he loves it.

He can deal with it while he's still in the morning. He kisses Jesper again and lets out a shivering sigh.

"Saints, that was good."

Jesper cups his face and smudges kisses over his mouth and jaw, enjoying the praise.

"I wanted it to be good," he says, breathless.

"I'm going to need to shower," he says. He's not uncomfortable yet, not on edge, but it's only a matter of time. For now, he leans up, pressing a kiss to the corner of Jesper's mouth.

"Good idea." Jesper linger in that lazy kiss and then eases Kaz into the mattress so that he can pull out and let Kaz relax or shower. "Am I invited?"