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The harder thrust is good, though, and Kaz groans softly, rocking his weight back to ride against Jesper's cock into the cradle of his hips. He doesn't say anything else.

And just like that, they fall back into equilibrium. It's just sex. It's just Jesper being useful to Kaz. In that respect, it's no different from shooting.

He slides a hand down Kaz's chest and grips his cock, beginning to stroke.

That touch is maddening. Kaz rocks between the press of Jesper's cock, the stroke of his hand. He's never been touched like this, never let himself be touched like this, and he wonders how he went this long without being this warm.

"Jes."

He can't help it. He can't swallow the name down.

"I'm here," he says. He's here and alive and as willing as ever to do what Kaz wants, to be what he needs. Even if it costs Jesper a little part of himself. He has forgiveness to beg for that Kaz doesn't know.

Jesper strokes him through it, listening to the sound of his name.

Kaz can't hold on much longer. He realises that a moment before he comes. It occurs to him just a moment before it happens that it's potentially going to make a horrible mess on Jesper's couch.

He feels it, hot and slick over his hand, and spares only a brief consideration to the couch. It's not like he bought it and, anyway, he likes the idea. Even if it's cleaned up, they'll still know what happened here.

Murmuring encouragement, Jesper keeps stroking, carrying Kaz through those last waves of it.

When he's spent, Kaz leans over the sofa, head down, still rocking back rhythmically to meet the thrust of Jesper's cock. There's more here that he wants.

If Kaz keeps moving like that, then Jesper isn't going to last much longer. Already, he's arrived at a very good understanding of how to roll his hips, how to make Jesper need.

"Kaz," he says, voice tight.

"Do it," he rasps out, his hips still rocking backwards one hand reaching back to squeeze Jesper's thigh. "I need it."

Need. Not want.

Jesper groans, tries to think of the last time Kaz Brekker made that distinction, told Jesper he was needed, wanted. Anything more than tolerated. It makes this believable and it's all too easy to throw himself in, to let himself come.

He feels filled by it, owned and he lets himself shiver lets himself sink into it. His nails dig into Jesper's thigh.

For a second, Jesper just slumps there, his body molded to Kaz's and nose pressed in his hair. Even now, after sex, he smells so good.

"Okay?" he asks, voice gentler than he should let it be.

For a moment, Kaz doesn't even have words. He nods.

"M'okay," he says. He needs to shower, but he doesn't immediately want to pull away.

He nods, kissing against Kaz's nape and then moves to pull out, to remove the condom. Then he's back against Kaz, indulging himself in kisses while he still can, before he leaves.

The kisses are warm and Jesper smells good and Kaz feels content in a way that he hasn't, maybe his whole life.

"I need to shower," he says.

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"Yeah, me too," he says, inviting himself along. "I'm going to enjoy you while you're here."

"Thought you asked me if I wanted to stay," says Kaz, and he doesn't look back as he walks ahead of Jesper into the bathroom.

"Doesn't always mean you plan to," Jesper says, pointedly not describing waking up alone. Of course he wants Kaz to stay. He wants Kaz to say things that Jesper knows aren't in his vocabulary and to feel things that Brekker never allows himself to feel.

He wants to pretend.

"I'm going to stay," says Kaz stepping into the shower and turning on the water. Tonight, he's too tired to hold it back. He's too tired to tell himself that he doesn't want it.

Jesper tries not to be grateful or to let Kaz know how much that delights him but he knows that Kaz probably sees through it. He always seems to.

Following Kaz into the shower, Jesper steals a kiss, mostly to see if Kaz will even let him.

Kaz lets Jesper take a kiss, leans back until his shoulder blades touch the cool tile. He wonders what they're doing here. He wonders if it matters.

It's strange, realizing he'd be on his knees right now if Kaz only asked it. Jesper just thinks of the kiss and pushes it from his head.

"Better?"

"Getting there," says Kaz, ducking his head and letting the water sluice over him. Being around Jesper reminds him of Inej, of Ketterdam of everything he's lost. There's comfort in that.

"You'll get there." It's a platitude and Jesper doubts Kaz has any patience for hearing them but it seems important to say. They won't be the same without Inej but he'll find a way to be who he needs to be.

"When did I start believing things you said?" asks Kaz, but it's a gentle jibe, meant fondly. He lifts one arm, curling it around Jesper's neck. He remembers the way he stomach used to lurch sickly at skin to skin contact. Before he learned to remember how warm a living person could be.