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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."

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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."

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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?"

Kaz shifts, probably, quicker than he ought to. He rubs at the ugly scar on his knee, his nose wrinkling slightly at the feel of come drying on his skin. He thinks for a moment and, when he glances up, he looks uncharacteristically uncertain.

"You can come if you want?"

There's a softness in Kaz's face that undoes him a little, hinting at whoever that boy was that came before Brekker. Jesper aches to see that again even though he knows better than to expect it.

"I'll scrub your back," he teases, but gently.

Kaz nods, pushing one hand through his hair before he stands up, padding in the direction of Jesper's bathroom. He leaves the door open, though, as he leans into the shower to get the water going and then steps under the full flow.

He follows Kaz in, wanting to kiss him but uncertain as to how far that allowance extends once Kaz has had his share. Jesper tells himself that it's okay and, at least, he can enjoy the thought of Jesper smelling like his soap for the night.

Kaz leans his forehead against the wall for a moment, just to catch his breath. He smiles, though, when he hears Jesper get in behind him. He doesn't consider too deeply about what they're doing here.

Should he say something? Tell Kaz how long he's wanted this? Jesper doesn't know. He turns his attention instead to lathering up his soap and moving it over Kaz's back and shoulders.

Jesper's hands feel so incredibly good, slipping over his skin like that. Kaz leans back against him, making a soft, contended noise. The warm water sluices over both of them.

It's easy enough from there to wrap his arms around Kaz, hands cleaning his chest and stomach and Jesper holding onto him equally content.

It will, Kaz knows, need to be examined. What they're doing here. How things have changed. But, for right then, he's warm and he's content and the press of Jesper's body against him is comforting where, once, it would have been something he ran from.

It's enough.

Jesper enjoys this. The slow and unhurried luxury of the moment. Relaxed, he lets his head drop against Kaz's shoulder and sighs. "Stay tonight?"