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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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[materialnik]

Saints, he's going to think back on this mental image for so many nights to come. Jesper looks at Kaz, eyes creeping over every sign of what he's done to Kaz Brekker, how he's been able to see him come apart. He's caught up in it and he almost doesn't hear Kaz. Even when he does, he has to replay it in his mind to make sure he heard right.

"What are you offering?"

Jesper moves to sit on the bed next to Kaz, leaned back on one arm and using his other hand to open up his pants, to grasp himself. He's not sure he believes Kaz will want to touch anyone. Will want to touch him.

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Before he answers, Kaz's eyes dart downwards, watching the movement of Jesper's hand, the glimpses of his cock. He remembers how he'd felt, right before he touched Inej for the first time. He wonders if any of this would have been possible without her being here and then gone. He wonders if she's happy.

And then he makes himself look up.

"Anything you want," he says. Tomorrow, he might regret it, but, for right now, he's stripped bear. Here, entirely without armour. For better or worse.

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Jesper laughs and manages to remember to be suave. "Don't make that offer when you don't know if I'm to your taste," he says, stretching onto his back, hips shimmying a little further out of his pants so that he can kick his clothes away and lie there naked. Kaz is still mostly dressed but in total disarray and Jesper is easy in his skin.

Stroking himself a few times, Jesper looks back to Kaz. "This is fin."

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"Is it, though?" asks Kaz, and suddenly, he feels too drunk and not drunk enough. He rubs his hand over his face. He can't drag his eyes away from the long, naked lines of Jesper's body.

"Maybe never going to get this chance again." But he doesn't know. He doesn't know.

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Jesper gives Kaz a dubious look then. For the length of their friendship, it's always been Kaz that tests Jesper and now Jesper has the upper hand, making a paradigm shift that sort of unnerves him.

"I don't know that you'd like it," Jesper says. "Because what I'd like to do is very intimate." He sweeps his eyes over Kaz, his sharp body, his soft prick. Kaz has no idea how much Jesper wants.

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And one thing Kaz Brekker has never been able to back down from is a challenge. Even when it's the worst idea in the world.

"So try me."

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Jesper leaves off stroking himself and faces Kaz as seriously as he can when he's bare-ass naked. "The last man I entertained here fingered himself open with me," Jesper says, thinking of Freddie's golden body. "And then he pushed me back into the bed and rode my cock."

Even now, the memory of it and the fantasy of Kaz makes said cock twitch, makes Jesper ache, but he still can't believe that Kaz will let him.

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Kaz feels his face get hot, his breath hitch, when Jesper says that. Sex was never something that interested him, too tied up with closeness, with touch, but the world's different now and all of his cracks are showing.

"I don't know how to do any of that."

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He's a poor substitute for Inej in that way. Kaz can't have him the way he would a woman and there's no closing his eyes and pretending. Jesper takes Kaz's answer to also mean he doesn't want to and so he stretches out instead, body long and lean, and then returns his attentions to himself.

"I won't say no if you touch me," he says, gesturing at his own torso.

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The touch, the first touch, is very tentative, a brush of his fingertips against Jesper's ribs, the edge of his nipple. Warm. Very, very warm.

"I didn't say no," he says.

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The softness of it surprises Jesper, startles a gasp out of him, and he looks back up to Kaz. He's close enough to kiss but Jesper's experience with other men is that they hate the taste of his mouth after he's sucked them out, so he lays back and lets Kaz explore him.

Taking his hand off his cock, Jesper moves an uncertain hand up Kaz's bare chest.

"You didn't say you wanted it either."

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"I don't know what I want, Jes," he says, quietly, just the edges of his nails touching Jesper's skin. "Just for tonight, it can be about you winning for once."

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"Some things aren't about winning," Jesper says. All the same, he turns over and finds the lubricant he keeps in his nightstand along an opened box of rubber sheathes. Damned convenient, this modern age can be.

But saints, he wants this and that's reason enough to go as far as Kaz will let him. Jesper leans in and kisses his throat again, finding that spot that caught his attention before.

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Jesper kisses his throat and Kaz lets his head fall back, just lets it take him for a moment. He struggles, ineffectually, with his skirt, tangled up in more ways than one.

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In this, Jesper can take the lead. He pulls Kaz to lean up and pushes his shirt off his shoulders, lets it pool in a semicircle around him. He takes a mental catalogue of Kaz's scars, kisses the ones he can reach in a sloppy path to his nipple, tongue spreading flat against it.

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Kaz groans softly at the wet hot swipe of Jesper's tongue. His back arches. He squirms.

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Jesper sighs out and then kisses further down, tugging Kaz's trousers and underwear away so that they're finally both naked. He can see the nasty scar of Kaz's bad leg, all the other hurts and scrapes he's endured, the kind that litter Jesper's body too.

"It might be better if you lie on your side," Jesper says, uncertain. "Or your stomach."

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And that's it then. He's stripped bare, just scars and ink and skin. He thinks about that for a second and then, carefully, gingerly, he rolls onto his stomach and presses his cheek against the sheet.

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He still expects Kaz to back out, to tell Jesper off, but he doesn't. It's hard to believe he's awake, that this isn't a dream that ends with waking alone, save for a damp spot in his boxers. Using his fingers, he warms up the lube and moves slowly, tracing the cleft of Kaz's ass, giving him ample time.

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It's a strange feeling, a little alien, but still warm, slick in a way that makes his eyelashes flutter. He never would have thought he'd be a person who'd crave closeness.

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Jesper is more careful than he's ever been with himself, nudging at Kaz with a fingertip, pressing in slowly to the first knuckle. He watches Kaz with rapt attention, the way he stares at the cards when something crucial is about to happen.

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It's a completely foreign feeling, but not necessarily bad for it. Kaz finds that he doesn't entirely mind the feeling of penetration. Of being conquered. He turns his head, so he can watch Jesper while it happens.

He's not sure he's even drunk anymore.

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He's a little caught off guard when Kaz looks at him and Jesper tries to ignore the heat it sends to his face, even as he gets a little more comfortable with fingering Kaz, pressing in deeper so that he can feel the stretch.

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Kaz's eyelashes flutter when Jesper stretches him like that. He bites his lip, shifting his hips against the sheets a little. He lifts himself up onto his elbows a little, his spine making an arch.

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"I'm going to take that as a good sign," Jesper says. The words are flirtatious but they come out slightly mystified, a little breathy, because he's making Kaz twist and arch like this, making him press back for more.