everymonstrousthing | (no subject)

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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everymonstrousthing

"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.

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materialnik

"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.

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everymonstrousthing

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.

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materialnik

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."

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everymonstrousthing

"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.

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materialnik

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.

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everymonstrousthing

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.

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materialnik

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.

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everymonstrousthing

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.

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materialnik

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."

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everymonstrousthing

"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.

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materialnik

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."

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everymonstrousthing

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.

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materialnik

"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?"

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everymonstrousthing

The kiss is good, but the brush of Jesper's cock against his is better. He swallows, and then he nods.

"Better."

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materialnik

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.

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everymonstrousthing

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?

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materialnik

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.

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everymonstrousthing

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.

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materialnik

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.

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everymonstrousthing

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.

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materialnik

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.

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everymonstrousthing

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.

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materialnik

"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.