"I can repeat it as often as you like," he promises, stroking his thumbs against Kaz's skin and just enjoying that this is happening at all. It's strange, a thing born of convenience, but here they are with Kaz practically a blushing schoolboy and Jesper adores it.

Smiling, as always, he kisses him on the mouth and then undoes the button of his trousers, tugging them open.