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[everymonstrousthing]

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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[everymonstrousthing]

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.

[materialnik]

"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.

[everymonstrousthing]

"I'm not telling you to stop, am I?" says Kaz, twisting his head to look back over his shoulder again, making sure he catches Jesper's eye again.

[materialnik]

No, he's really not, which shakes Jesper a little, even as he gradually works Kaz up to three fingers. He's going slower than he has for other partners, all of them far more experienced than Kaz, and it feels as if time has stopped outside of this room. Everything that happens is theirs alone.

And saints, Kaz keeps looking at him.

[everymonstrousthing]

Three fingers is a lot, and Kaz is so intensely aware of every press inside him. His arms tremble slightly. He lets his head drop.

"Jes," he mumbles, his eyes squeezed tight shut.

[materialnik]

Jesper slips his hand back, not stopping but waiting as he tries to sort out what Kaz needs. "Less?"

[everymonstrousthing]

Kaz shakes his head, straight dark brows drawn together in a frown as he squirms a little.

"No. I...I don't know. But...not less."

[materialnik]

Even though Kaz has told him as much, it really boggles Jesper's mind that he's a virgin. Now, as he shifts a little, it shows and Jesper aches himself with need. Rather than pull his fingers out, he eases them slowly deeper, knowing how to shift this over from discomfort to pleasure.

[everymonstrousthing]

It hurts, a little, but then Jesper's fingers press, scrape over something inside him that sends a jolt of pressure and pleasure straight through him. He cries out.

[materialnik]

There. There it is and Jesper lets out a breath, laughs softly. "Not so bad, right?" he asks, twisting his fingers, spreading them a little, and teasing at him again.

[everymonstrousthing]

"Ah!"

Kaz catches himself, shaking his head as he rocks cautiously back onto Jesper's fingers. His cock is starting to get hard again. He flushes, feeling debauched and lewd and lighter than he has since he woke up and found Inej gone.

[materialnik]

Again, Jesper works to commit everything that's happening to memory. If this never happens again, he doesn't want to forget a single moment of it.

He can see Kaz's arousal returning and his own cock, flagging, also starts to get hard again.

Almost.

[everymonstrousthing]

Kaz's breath shivers in and out, his thighs trembling as Jesper fucks him out with his fingers. He lets his head drop, his forehead touching the pillow. It just feels so, so good in a way that has no edges, nothing he can cling to.

[materialnik]

"Do you feel ready?" As he asks it, Jesper reaches out for a condom, ready to tear it open with his teeth. More than ready, aching to do it.

[everymonstrousthing]

He feels as ready as he's going to be. He doesn't trust his voice right then, though, so he just nods.

[materialnik]

"On your front? Or your back?"

Jesper wonders if Kaz has ever allowed anyone as much power over him as he has now, a thought that only makes him want more. One-handed, he rolls on the sheathe and then starts to withdraw his fingers so that he can position himself, waiting.

[everymonstrousthing]

"You can choose," says Kaz, glancing back over his shoulder, watching Jesper as he rolls the sheathe down over his cock. He'd used similar with Inej; he knows the purpose. "As long as I don't have to bend my knee."

[materialnik]

"I want to look at you," he breathes, admitting that desire. Moving his hand, he gives Kaz room to turn over on his back, finding a pillow for him to rest on if that makes it easier. It gives Kaz the space to put his legs on either side of Jesper.

Resettling himself, Jesper lines them up together, pushing in only a little. "Saints," he says, forgetting himself.

[everymonstrousthing]

Kaz spreads his legs wide, makes room for Jesper between them. He's blushing when Jesper looks at him like that, when it feels like Jesper really sees him in that moment. Stripped bare. No armour.

And then Jesper starts to slide into him and it's a whole new force of sensation.

[materialnik]

He's careful. It makes him feel crazy, needy, but he's careful. Kaz is watching him, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy and Jesper has to fight not to just thrust in, to let himself have Kaz. He feels so damned good.

[everymonstrousthing]

Jesper's cock feels different from his fingers, pressure and stretch but different. Kaz's eyelashes flutter and he bends his good leg, cradling Jesper's hip.

[materialnik]

It shouldn't surprise him when Kaz shifts so that his leg lays against his but the new point of contact does. He shifts a little so that he can support Kaz's bad leg and then he continues to push in, watching Kaz's face over every inch until he settles.

[everymonstrousthing]

It's like nothing else that he's ever experienced and nothing that he ever expected and he finds that he can't look at Jesper right then, and so he lets his eyes slip closed for a second as Jesper doesn't stop pushing until he's full.

"Fuck."

[materialnik]

"That so?" Jesper asks it and tries to feign a casual attitude, tries not to betray how eager he is to move, to really feel him. With Kaz's eyes closed, Jesper can't read anything in them. Can't tell if the curse is displeasure or not.

[everymonstrousthing]

"Something like that," says Kaz, his breath coming quick and shallow as he gets used to the press of Jesper's cock inside him, the stretch, the slight edge of pain. A different pain that he's used to. He forces his eyes open, looks Jesper - his closest friend, his only friend - in the eye.