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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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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.

There's a fond almost-smile on Kaz's face as Jesper kisses his palm like that. He swallows.

"I can live with that."

That smile makes his stomach flip and Jesper leans back, wiping his mouth off on the back of his hand. "Are you sure?"

"Sure that I can live with it?" he asks, watching Jesper settle. He ignores his cock. "I've lived with worse, Jes."

"Doesn't make me better," Jesper says. He glances significantly down at Kaz's cock. "Not going to do anything about that?"

Kaz glances down, his own cheeks colouring a little at the tone of Jesper's voice.

"Think I should?"

"Seems a shame to leave you neglected," Jesper says. "But I don't know if you want me to dirty my hands all over again."

This is a game, Kaz can see that, and he leans back against his pillows, eyebrow raised as he looks up at Jesper. The corner of his mouth twitches.

"What would you suggest?"

"I'd suggest you show me," Jesper says. "If you want to. How you like it?"

It's something that him and Inej had done when they were still edging their way close together. They'd sat at either end of the bed so that they were in each other's eyelines, or lain side by side, and then they'd touched themselves, looking each other in the eyes and, for a while, it had been enough. Still, there's something oddly vulnerable about it, about lying there and looking Jesper in the eye as he drops one hand and curls it around his cock.

Jesper stretches out on his side, close enough that Kaz can feel warmth radiate from him, but doesn't touch. He lets Kaz show him, already filing the image away for when this all inevitably goes south and Kaz gets tired of him. "What is it that's got you wound so tight tonight, hm?"

Kaz takes his time, teasing himself a little, keeping his touch light as he strokes his cock. He arches just a little.

"Nothing in particular. Same old shit."

"It's enough to keep you excited, still," Jesper says, indicating Kaz's erection. "Or maybe it's just my company."

"Maybe it is." He rolls one shoulder in a shrug. "Nearly went home but then I realised where I wanted to be instead."

"I'm going to remember you said that next time I annoy you," Jesper says. He rests his hand on Kaz's thigh, not touching him yet, waiting for a signal.

Kaz shifts. He's so, so intensely aware of the brush of Jesper's hand against his bare thigh. He doesn't ask to be touched, not quite, but he does lift his hips, a question, a request.

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Jesper skates his hand up Kaz's thigh more certainly now, eyes intent on him. Teasing, he avoids touching Kaz's cock and instead opts for the sensitive skin beneath, tracing his sack, teasing at his entrance again.

It's maddening, that light and gentle touch. Teasing. He squirms under it, rocking up into his own fist as Jesper plays with him, and Jesper does whatever the fuck he wants.

The lubrication is still in the living room so Jesper can't tease Kaz the way he'd really like, but he does press a fingertip in, careful with him.

What Kaz has found is that loves being penetrated, actually craves it. It feels like a massive relief to let go and just let Jesper take control of him.

He can see the shift in Kaz's face and Jesper nods, pressing his finger in deeper. Kaz is still stretched from before but not so much that Jesper will risk hurting him.

"That feels good," says Kaz, and he's surprised by how good it feels. His eyelashes flutter. "I...fuck."