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[everymonstrousthing]

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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[materialnik]

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.

[everymonstrousthing]

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.

[materialnik]

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.

[everymonstrousthing]

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.

[materialnik]

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.

[everymonstrousthing]

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

[materialnik]

He nods, intently touching Kaz. "Keep going," he says. "I want to see you come."

[everymonstrousthing]

"I'm going," rasps Kaz, his voice in his chest somewhere, roughened even more than usual by pleasure, desire. He keeps up the steady stroke of his fingers over his skin, along the length of his cock, squirming to rock down onto the finger that Jesper has pressed inside him.

[materialnik]

He crooks his finger a little, risks a little more length, and watches Kaz. He can see tension in his jaw, the veins of his neck, but also see how Kaz's eyes are nearly pure black now, pupils blown wide.

[everymonstrousthing]

Kaz's hand tightens on his own cock, squeezing, stroking as he rocks his hips down. His eyes are open and he catches Jesper's gaze as he plays with his cock as instructed.

"Need more from you, Jes."

[materialnik]

"How much more?" Jesper takes that as signal to let his fingers touch deeper again. "Tell me?"

[everymonstrousthing]

"Fuck me," says Kaz, surprised at how easily the words slip out, at how much he means then. "That's how much more."

[materialnik]

It's insistent and Jesper bites his lip. "I don't have the slick with me," he says. He can get up and get it but Kaz is so obviously riding on the edge that he's worried to interrupt.

[everymonstrousthing]

"Fuck," breathes Kaz, shaking his head a little. He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, just concentrating on not losing his mind altogether. "What can I have then?"

[materialnik]

"I can keep doing this. I can go and get it..." Jesper feels a little uncertain when Kaz is staring at him so hungrily.

[everymonstrousthing]

"Go get it," says Kaz, swallowing, stroking his cock slowly. He lets his eyes drift close. "I can wait."

He can wait. Just.

[materialnik]

"When did you become such a minx?" Jesper drops a kiss onto Kaz's knee and withdraws his touch. He nearly trips over himself in his hurry to find the bottle he'd carelessly thrown onto the sofa but he still pauses and spares the abused furniture a smile. He's never going to look at that couch the same way again.

[everymonstrousthing]

Kaz isn't sure that he likes that word applied to himself. But he isn't sure that he hates it, either. The kiss makes him smile, just a twitch of the corner of his mouth. He stills the stroke of his hand while Jesper is gone, though, squeezing his cock, trying to find his centre.

[materialnik]

It's still a smile and Jesper notices. The ghost of it is still on Kaz's face when he returns, hand already slicked. He doesn't say a word as he settles back onto the bed, between Kaz's spread legs.

[everymonstrousthing]

If anything, Kaz spreads his legs further apart to accommodate Jesper between them. He lifts his hips a little, squeezing his cock again.

[materialnik]

"Eager, are you?" Jesper moves a slick finger into him, quick and easy now with the lube.

[everymonstrousthing]

"Yeah." It's as much of an admission as he's ever going to make, as much as he's ever going to give away. He's got a better poker face than Jesper; they both know it. His breath catches when Jesper pushes a finger into him like that. He nods.

"That's good."

[materialnik]

"Show me," he says, nodding at Kaz's stilled hand. "Show me how you like it."

[everymonstrousthing]

"How I like what?" Asks Kaz. "A hand on my cock?"

[materialnik]

"How you bring yourself off," Jesper says, tutting a litle at Kaz's lack of imagination.