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"I wouldn't know what to do," Jesper says, though his concession is slightly undermined by the way he bites Kaz's neck and then moves to undo the first two buttons. This gives Jesper just the right amount of room to nibble up a proper mark that Kaz can hide but still feel.

Kaz has been carrying around marks for years, but all of them are easily hidden by tailoring. Still, he likes that Jesper takes the time to mark him. He's not going to examine why too closely.

He likes to think of them as being saved, kept a secret for Kaz, though he knows that it's a bit wishful. His skin is so warm for someone who makes himself so frightening and cold and Jesper nuzzles into it as he undoes a further couple of buttons, kissing down along his chest.

Kaz finds himself quite content to lie there, subject to Jesper's ministrations. He lifts one hand, smoothing it over Jesper's hair, tracing the delicate curve of his ear with the pad of his thumb.

There's no hurry and Jesper decides to enjoy Kaz. His skin is so much softer than Jesper had expected and he thinks he can detect the scent of his soap, or maybe cologne. Whatever it is, Kaz smells good and Jesper wants to kiss over all of it.

Jesper kisses down his throat, his chest, and a heavy shiver goes through Kaz's whole body. He lifts his head, just so he can watch. Only inej has ever lavished attention and affection on him like his. Only she ever thought he deserved it.

He makes slow work of Kaz's shirt, torture for a man marked by his impatience but it's worth it for the way that Kaz goes tense under him. Smiling, he kisses just above Kaz's navel and finally tugs his shirt away, leaning back to observe him.

It feels like his skin is on fire, like every brush of Jesper's lips trails sparks. He leans up, shrugging out of his shirt, leaving himself stripped to the waist.

He flushes, uncharacteristically self-conscious.

"You like what you see?"

"Always," Jesper says. But especially now. It strikes him, again, how vulnerable Kaz is here. It shouldn't be endearing in the midst of what they're doing but it just makes Jesper want to kiss his mouth, faintly pouted.

"For as long as you've known me," says Kaz, but he isn't teasing. He says it with warmth and fondness. One hand rests against his stomach, palm to trembling muscles.

"In my defense, you're very attractive," Jesper reminds him, smiling cheekily. He palms Kaz through his pants, noting that he's still interested.

"So you tell me," says Kaz, lifting his hips, pushing up into Jesper's touch. "Often."

Jesper smiles and moves his hands up to bracket Kaz's hips, leans in to kiss him. "Don't tell me you dislike being reminded," Jesper teases before turning his attention to the notches of Kaz's hips, the way his trousers ride low on them now.

"I like hearing you say it," he says, the admission almost shy. He's given up trying to figure out what he's doing here. He lifts his hips slightly under Jesper's attentions.

"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.

"Keep saying it," he says, lifting his hips to help Jesper with his trousers. The apartment is warm and Jesper is warmer, and Kaz closes his eyes and just lets himself drift in it for a moment.

"You are," Jesper says, pausing to slide Kaz's pants down. "Devilishly handsome and impossible to ignore." There's something very powerful about being fully dressed, no matter how obvious his arousal, when Kaz is almost naked now, his trousers bunched around his thighs.

Stripped almost naked, Kaz grins, feeling young and free for the first time in years, since before his father died, maybe. There's something he enjoys about all of his bare skin, about Jesper still dressed. No hiding how into this he is.

It looks damn good and Jesper lets his gaze trail up Kaz's body, obvious and shameless. They're both raw beneath their clothes, all scars and tattoos and the sight of him is impossibly good.

Jesper smiles and then lets out a long, low sigh. "I need to get the sheathes from the bedroom."

"Okay," says Kaz, letting out a brief sigh, biting his lip for a second before he makes himself relax. He drapes his arms over his head, shows that he intends to do nothing but wait.

He enjoys that sight, Kaz all tense and wanting before relaxing back. For that, Jesper thanks him with a kiss and then slips away from under him so that he can go into the bedroom for lubricant and condoms. The items secured, he waits a beat, and then another, just to see if he can fray Kaz's patience.

He doesn't move, except to kick off trousers and underwear, leave himself fully naked and stretched out on Jesper's sofa. He marvels at the fact that this doesn't make him feel self-conscious. At the fact that he catches himself craving Jesper's touch. He turns his head towards the bedroom. He breathes and waits.

Standing straight, Jesper stands at an angle where he can watch Kaz but Kaz cannot see him. Kaz doesn't look uncomfortable, not even a little tense, and Jesper feels a little disappointed and decides to stretch it out just a little longer. Waiting, he unbuttons his shirt and slides it off from his shoulders.

It feels, he thinks, a little bit ridiculous, lying there so on display like that, waiting for Jesper to come back and do whatever he wants to him. Kaz flexes his fingers, feels the air on his palms. He fidgets a little against the couch cushions, arches his back a little. He shifts, ghosting the fingertips of one hand along the twitching length of his cock.

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."