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It's late. It's very, very late. And he has no idea what he's doing. He has no idea what he's doing.

He's not drunk - a little, maybe, but not enough to actually blame it. He's been at the club all day, finishing repairing the damage that he'd wrought with his cane. He'd thought about going home, but his apartment doesn't feel like home anymore, because home was on the tenth floor, with windows that opened onto the roof.

And what he is is lonely. And he's found something for that - not a cure. But a distraction.

And maybe it isn't fair. But what about life is?

He knocks on Jesper's door and then leans against the wall and waits.

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It makes him breath in, skin rising up in goose bumps where Kaz's nail tickles at him. "Only just noticing my charm?"

Kaz still doesn't say anything, not for a long moment, his fingers trailing up over Jesper's ribs to circle on nipple, fingertip light.

"How do you like being touched, Jes?"

His skin goes taut under Kaz's fingertips, all of him available for Kaz to see. He doesn't answer either, taking Kaz's other hand now and putting it on his cock so that he can fold his hand around Kaz's. "I'll show you."

It's an alien feeling, but not entirely - he's not been entirely without desire his whole life. He curls fingers around Jesper's cock, lets Jesper guide his pace and his grip.

He's easy enough to please, especially since he's already come tonight. The motion is simple, a little perfunctory but there's always more they can do later. If Kaz stays.

It feels familiar but, at the same time, completely different from when it's his own hand on his own cock. Still, he rolls his wrist, stroking the length of Jesper's cock. He bends his head, grazing a kiss against his chest, his shoulder, marveling at the heat of his skin.

"See, not so difficult," Jesper says, even as his breathing speeds up. Kaz is kissing him now, soft and curious and Jesper feels explored, as if he's a lock that Kaz wants to see opened.

"Not so difficult," says Kaz, because he's never had so much faith in anything as he does in his own clever hands. Experimentally, he circles the head of Jesper's cock with the pad of his thumb. Later, he'll need to wash his hands but, right now, he's lost in it.

"Mm, yeah," Jesper says, turning to kiss whatever part of Kaz that he can reach. "Keep doing that." He can feel the warmth as it crawls through his skin, makes him feel alive and needing.

Jesper's mouth finds his temple and Kaz lifts his head to graze their mouths together. He rolls his wrist again, keeping that circular movement of his thumb, spreading slick.

Kaz is kissing him rather than acquiescing to a kiss Jesper started, choosing to kiss him. It's a small thing but it makes him feel good, trusted, desirable. Jesper arches his back, rolls his hips into Kaz's touch.

He finds that he wants to keep doing it, wants to make Jesper feel good. He squeezes, tightens his grip just slightly.

Jesper lets his own hand fall away and gives control over to Kaz when the pressure changes. He's a quick study and Jesper just needs to be touched, needs just a little more.

He's fascinated by the rock of Jesper's hips, the catch of his breath, the slide of his cock in his hand. It's not dissimilar to picking a lock. There's a knack to it. A method.

He just needs Jesper to unlock.

"Kaz..." He can't actually remember what he wanted to say, only that it feels good. His body tips with warning and he knows he's totally at Kaz's mercy. Fumbling for another kiss, he pulls a little at Kaz's hair.

The pull in his hair is good and he nips back, Jesper's bottom lip as he squeezes, as he strokes, as he urges him on. He wants to hear his name said again. Like that.

The little bite shocks over his skin and Jesper gasps at the mixed pain and pleasure. "Kaz, that's–" Too late. He spills over, hot and slick over Kaz's fingers.

It's hot and slick and messy and Kaz's head spins with revulsion and desire both. He presses his face into the crook of Jesper's neck, just for a moment. For as long as he can stand.

Jesper groans and falls back into the mattress, letting his body crest, head spinning. "Saints, Kaz..."

He has to get up and wash his hands. He needs to. But he also doesn't want to leave Jesper in that moment. So he wars with himself a little.

He can see the tension in Kaz's face and knows he's pushed it too far. Jesper pulls back and raises Kaz's hand to his mouth, a silent offer.

Kaz's dark eyes widen slightly and he makes a soft noise. He nods, just barely, waiting to see what Jesper's going to do. He imagine, but that's not the same as seeing it happen.

He realises that his cock is hard. He squirms slightly.

He can feel it, the realization of just how much he's willing to do for Kaz. Ignoring the taste, Jesper sucks on one of Kaz's fingers, cheeks hollow and eyes downcast the way they were when he did this the first time earlier tonight.

Kaz watches, fascinated for a moment, his eyelashes fluttering at the sensation of Jesper's mouth sliding over his fingers. Little shockwaves of electricity go through him.

"Do you like that?"

"Teasing you? Every chance I get," Jesper says, kissing his palm.