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He smiles, watching Kaz barely touch himself, as if his hand is only considering the motion. That's when he chooses to reappear, his shirt gone and intention in his eyes.

"Naughty."

"So punish me then," says Kaz, all cocky confidence for a moment, which would feel familiar, surely, after all of those days in the Barrel. He curls his fingers around his cock, strokes himself more definitely.

Saints. Jesper had thought, for once, that he might have the upper hand. Now Kaz is sprawled there, naked and touching himself and Jesper briefly forgets to think anything.

"Well," he says, breath still catching. "If you've got things well in hand, I guess you don't need me to do anything for you. Or to you."

Raising an eyebrow, Kaz strokes his cock one more before he takes his hand away and puts his hands down next to his head, in a gesture very like surrender.

"Well, in that case," Jesper says, smiling.

He moves to the couch, and crouches over Kaz to kiss him. The motion lets Kaz's cock press against Jesper's through his trousers.

"Better?"

The kiss is good, but the brush of Jesper's cock against his is better. He swallows, and then he nods.

"Better."

The way Kaz says it, voice slightly thick, makes Jesper shiver and he smiles, pulling away and taking Kaz's hands. As he stands, he pulls Kaz along with him so that he can lead him to the back of the sofa.

Kaz is quite content to be led, his fingers twined in Jesper's. What are you doing to me? he wants to say. What is this?

It's only what he promised, what they've discussed. He presses Kaz against the back of his sofa, one hand braced on his neck to suggest roughness before he follows up that touch with soft kisses down his spine.

He's bent, held and it's amazing, it's everything that he needs. He arches, slightly, into the soft kisses against his skin, revels at the feel of the lips on his back.

The way that Kaz responds to him, arches his back, is a surprise and one that Jesper likes. He teases Kaz now and then, throwing in a nibble or a bite as he sinks along his back, warming lube on his fingers while he goes.

He finds himself more than content to just lean there, weight caught on his hands against couch cushions to that his weight isn't leaned on his weak leg. He bites his lip.

Jesper hums against Kaz's skin as he stands back up, trailing slick fingertips along Kaz's thigh as he does until they're warm against his arse. He's still careful as he presses one in, doubtful that Kaz has had anymore encounters of that kind since their last time.

He is still not, entirely, used to the feeling of being penetrated. He lets his head drop forward, shifting his hips slightly against the press of Jesper's finger.

"You can tell me to stop, you know," Jesper says. He shifts his fingers once more, trying to be gentle with the touch even though he knows it's a strange sensation.

"Maybe I would," says Kaz, his breath catching a little. He squirms his hips back a little. "If that was what I wanted."

Not that he's ever doubted Kaz will hold back on displeasure, but Jesper takes comfort in knowing. This isn't about hurting Kaz any more than he wants to be. "Well, as long as we're clear." Leaning forward, he kisses a previous mark and moves his finger slowly but fully inward.

"As crystal," breathes Kaz, closing his eyes and rocking back into the way that Jesper;'s touching him, the way that Jesper kisses his scars like they're beautiful or like they're not even there.

Jesper laughs and nips at his shoulder. "You're usually a lot more opaque," he points out, the words said against his skin. "More?"

"More," says Kaz, smiling. He isn't quite at the point of begging, not just yet, but he might get there. He sighs, content.

If anything, Kaz looks content and Jesper finds himself at a bit of a loss. It takes some of the sharpness out of him and Jesper wants to kiss him again and again. Afterward. For now, he focuses on Kaz's little request for more, moving in a second finger.

He bites his lip at the slight stretch of the second finger, his eyelashes fluttering slightly. He makes a soft, breathy sound, rocking his hips back.

For all that Kaz is new to this, his body is attuned and Jesper hopes that Inej had the chance to see him like this. He's a wonder of tensed body and beatific expression, like a church angel doing the most profane things. Jesper flexes his fingers and imagines it all to easily, Kaz a little more beautiful and a little more cruel. It's perfect.

"You're being so good," he murmurs, forgetting himself.

Kaz wonders at how much he likes hearing that, that quiet praise that sounds on the doorstep of prayer. He swallows, arching his back a little.

"I'm trying to be," he says. First time for everything.

He's quietly honored by that and Jesper kisses Kaz's shoulder as he stretches at him with his two fingers, still thorough for all that he aches to be inside him.