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"I don't like the feel of the grease on my skin," he says, uncharacteristically honest, his nose wrinkling. He shrugs. "The myth of it was useful though."

Jesper knows what Kaz is capable of.

"What myth? You're plenty deadly. That's no legend." He smiles and enjoys the sight of Kaz Brekker wrinkling his nose like a disgusted student.

"That I was some kind of devil, instead of just a barrel boy like the rest of them," says Kaz, with a shrug. "That I had claws or my palms dripped blood."

He turns one hand over so that Jesper can see his palm.

Jesper traces the lines of Kaz's palm, as if he's some Suli fortuneteller who can read Kaz's life in them. In truth, all he can see is that Kaz's hands are elegant and fine to touch and not much else.

"Only the blood you've shed," he says.

Then, because all of this is going to his head, Jesper bends and kisses his palm.

Kaz's eyelashes flutter at the brush of Jesper's lips against his palm.

"All these things that I have done."

"They don't bother me," Jesper says. He hears the slight pause in Kaz's breath. His lips move up his palm to the length of one of Kaz's fingers, listening for a reaction.

Every brush of Jesper's lips causes an answering shiver in Kaz's belly. He swallows.

Turning his head, Jesper glances up at Kaz. As he does it, as he holds Kaz's eyes, Jesper opens his mouth over that finger, lips parted only slightly so the tip of his tongue can slide over the first knuckle. Let him be reminded, Jesper thinks, of the first time Jesper's mouth was on him.

Jesper might as well be sliding his mouth down over his cock, it feels so good. Kaz fumbles, setting his wine glass down so he can half turn towards Jesper. He doesn't pull his hand away.

He smiles around Kaz's finger and closes his lips over it now, drawing the finger into his mouth to suck. Deliberately, Jesper lets his cheeks hollow and his eyes closed, reminding Kaz again.

The sound that Kaz huffs out is part moan, part laugh.

"Tease."

Jesper's brows come together so that he can put on an expression of 'Who, me?' innocence before he pulls slowly off. "I could stop."

Kaz shakes his head, a strand of dark hair slipping over his forehead and, for a moment, he looks his age.

"Don't stop."

It's request enough and Jesper smiles, returning to the work of sucking Kaz's fingers. His tongue moves between them and Jesper holds Kaz's eyes, letting him see the intention there.

Suddenly his jeans are uncomfortably tight and his face is flushed and he can't tear his eyes away from Jesper, sucking on his fingers like that.

He can see the tightness in Kaz's jeans and Jesper can't quite suppress a giddy thrill. He did that. He's the one who can make Kaz Brekker feel these impulses, these desires. They're still fully clothed and Jesper hasn't touched any part of Kaz but his hand but his desire is evident.

This is all under Jesper's power.

The warm, wet heat of Jasper's mouth is enough to drive him to distraction. He bites his lip as he watches, as Jesper's cheeks hollow as he sucks.

He takes his time to make sure every inch of Kaz's hand is given attention, is made to feel his mouth and the heat of it. When he thinks Kaz is on the edge of not being able to stand it, Jesper smiles, "And I don't even need to undress you."

"Very smug this evening, aren't you?" says Kaz, hectic and flushed and so incredibly turned on. It does raise a smile though.

"Is it undeserved when you look this turned on?" Jesper kisses his palm gently, the same nearly chaste touch that he'd begun with.

That kiss is so gentle, so sweet, that it makes him ache, somewhere unexpected in his chest. He swallows. He doesn't argue.

Straightening upright, Jesper moves forward and catches Kaz's chin so that he can favor it with an equally gentle kiss.

He doesn't know what to do with something that gentle when it's focused entirely on him. It doesn't feel like it fits. It doesn't feel like something that he deserves. Which doesn't stop him from melting straight into it.

It's the way he's wanted to kiss Kaz for a long time now, the way they've kissed in Jesper's least realistic daydreams. And Kaz melts for him like ice in sun and, saints, Jesper wants to be that sun even when he know he's a torch at best.

Leaning back, Jesper pulls Kaz over to sprawl on top of him, kissing him all the while.

The shift in position should make Kaz feel a little more like he's in charge but it doesn't. He just gets lost in it - the press of Jesper's chest against his and the heat of his mouth.