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"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."

"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.