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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.

In this position, Jesper's had more than a few partners shove him down, try to devour him, but not Kaz. Kaz is the person he'd most expect to do that but he's still sweet and tentative and Jesper holds this version of Kaz to his chest, kissing him more deeply now, but in a lazy, unhurried way.

He's not drunk enough to blame it and he knows it. Right the, though, he can't bring himself to care. Kissing Jesper feels so incredibly, inexplicably good. He finds himself unwilling to even try and examine it.

Jesper shifts under him, kissing Kaz's jaw and neck until his mouth is under his ear so he can whisper into it, trying to be seductive. "How do you want me this time? Any requests?"

Kaz shakes his head. He's too overwhelmed by choices. Jesper can't expect him to choose.

"You're the one who's spent time thinking about this."

"It's true," Jesper says, because why deny it? Kaz already knows Jesper's attraction goes way back so why not use all those fantasies to their advantage.

"You could ride me," he muses. "Or be had from behind, but that might be bad on your leg."

Never let it be said he couldn't be solicitous.

"Anything that needs me to bend my knee for any length of time isn't going to happen," says Kaz, and he's regretful, for a moment, because he likes all of those images, all of those ideas. "Could I stand for it? Take my weight on my good leg?" He leans in and, this time, it's him that takes the kiss, him that leans forward.

There seems to be genuine disappointment there but Jesper smiles when Kaz is the one who makes a suggestion, who solicits affection in the kiss. It feels a little more mutual that way, a little less like convenience and use.

"We could do that," he says, mind already tumbling with the idea, the potential.

"You can do whatever you want with me," says Kaz, surprised to find how deeply he means that. He takes another kiss. Jesper is just so warm and he finds himself yearning for it.

"Dangerous offer you're making," Jesper says, as if he means to do anything but please Kaz. But first he wants to enjoy this, enjoy how Kaz wants to be kissed. It's painfully adolescent to delight in kissing like this but he doesn't care.

Him and Inej would kiss like this, sometimes, just for the joy of it. Kaz is surprised by how easy it is. He brushes the very tips of his fingers along Jesper's jawline.

"Didn't I always trust you more than I should have?"

"Do you?" Jesper asks, partly because he wants to hear Kaz say it again and partly because he can't believe that Kaz would. It doesn't matter that this Kaz didn't speak to Pekka, Jesper feels like he somehow knows.

But Kaz is also holding his face, if barely, and Jesper could just close his eyes and sink into it.

"I do right now," says Kaz, which is as generous as he can be, as much as he's got to give. He strokes the side of Jesper's face lightly, pulling back just enough to see him.

It's enough. Jesper decides it has to be enough. He kisses Kaz's mouth again. "Standing then. Over the end of the bed? If we even get that far. Back of the sofa might be as far as I get."

"Wherever you want me," says Kaz, briefly and breathless. He smiles, just a flicker and leans up for another kiss. "Whatever you want."

That smile could be the undoing of him and Jesper wants to see him smile again and again.

"Right here. We should do something very filthy on this couch so I can appreciate it whenever I lounge."

Kaz raises his eyebrow, just a little, his mouth quirking with humour.

"What's your definition of filthy, Jes?"