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Wylan still couldn't believe that Jesper was his boyfriend. Jesper, who was loud and funny, who Wylan had seen hundreds of times make anyone, men or women, fall in love with him, flirting like it was a second language for him. No one could resist his charms. Wylan tried not to think about why Jesper chose him when he could have had anyone in Ketterdam, instead, he tried to enjoy the soft kisses and touches between them.
They spent less and less time together lately, so Wylan shone with happiness that today Jesper agreed to not only to have dinner at the Van Eck mansion, but to cook dinner for the two of them. It reminded him of the past, of all those nights they spent together in the kitchen at the Slat.
— I love cooking for you. It's always better. And I don't want to brag, but you're a great cook under my influence, too, — Wylan joked, smiling infectiously. — This breakfast is incredibly delicious, for example.
Jesper knew he was already running late, but he couldn't bring himself to tell Wylan and ruin their rare moment of that almost domestic routine he liked so much. He finished everything with great appetite, hardly feeling hungover anymore, and glanced regretfully at his watch before turning to Wylan.
— Will you kiss me in a way I can't forget it all day?
No matter how much time they spent together, Jesper's feelings remained the same. He still wanted to care about Wylan and make him laugh as well as bring him gifts and treat him right, the way he deserved. And it was totally mutual. Wylan tensed briefly but nodded, feeling suddenly responsible for the kiss. They'd both always been very tactile with each other, but lately every casual touch was so rare that they had become worth their weight in gold. He couldn't remember the last time they'd slept together, still, he tried to shake his anxiety off.
Wylan waited until Jesper rose from the table and took the first dozen seconds to just stare into his dark eyes, stroking his cheek and then running his fingers down to the back of his neck, pressing gently and shortening the distance between their mouths. Jesper gave in easily and confidentl, he braided his arms around Wylan's waist as their lips finally joined with a quiver. He felt the familiar softness and pushed the tip of his tongue along Wylan's lower lip, circling wetly around the outline. He took his time, deliberately going slow to catch every little detail better, and then kissed Wylan for real, lingering with their tongues, while pressing himself closer to Wylan.
— I love you very much. I always will, I guess. And I'm really glad we're still together, I don't take that for granted, just so you know, — Jesper confessed confusedly, reminding himself of a teenager, and kissed Wylan again, his fingers tangling in Wylan's hair. He couldn't stop himself, managing to slide his palm under his shirt, but then he had to force himself to pull away, catching his breath while looking into Wylan's eyes. — I have to go, — Jesper stretched out sadly, not at all convincingly.
Wylan nodded cautiously, not the least bit surprised that their happy moment was interrupted again by some business matter of all things. It was a phrase he had been hearing more often recently than the cherished "I love you," but he didn't argue, because making this displeasure known wouldn't change anything. Spoiling each other's moods early in the morning wasn't something he wanted to do.
— I'll see you later, then. I'll be home, — Wylan retorted with exaggerated cheerfulness, as if saying that didn't leave a bitter taste in his mouth, and then he kissed the corner of Jesper's mouth once more before breaking the contact and turning his attention to the empty dishes he'd gathered together and taken to the sink to wash.
Quite often Jesper didn't know what he really wanted. Sometimes he thought that if Wylan asked him to stay, he wouldn't hesitate to jump into his arms and disappear from the rest of the world. But Wylan was too attentive, too caring and too gentle to reproach him seriously. That didn't stop him, however, from being upset. Even now he somehow shamefully wanted to cry himself to sleep alone at the Van Eck mansion.
The day had flown by when he distracted himself with household chores, and in the evening Wylan greeted his partner with such enthusiasm and joy, it looked almost like they had not seen each other in years.
— I took care of all the little things. I bought some groceries, changed the bedding, sorted out a new box of books and rearranged things in the dressing room, — Wylan followed him first into the bathroom and then into the bedroom, watching curiously as Jesper changed his clothes.
Jesper listened about Wylan's day with genuine interest, mentally thankful that he didn't have to answer the same questions. Wylan had long ago accepted what Kaz and the rest the Crows did, but some things still continued to scare him for their cruelty.
— Did we need to rearrange the dressing room? — Jesper teased a little, tenderness showing in his voice.
— No, but I had to keep myself busy with something. Since mum has gone to visit her aunt and you being away in the Barrel, it became kind of lonely here.
But Wylan felt way more comfortable now, no longer confined to his solitude within these four walls. He had learnt how to love this house, every inch of it was familiar, and he could blindly name the position of every little thing on the shelves, but all of that was losing its charm while being stuck here alone, as if it was his personal prison, chosen of his own will.
— You've got me in your grip and won't let me go anywhere now, I hope? — Wylan smiled playfully, taking a couple of steps backward and dropping to the bed as Jesper approached him. He was well aware that dinner would have to wait, even before Jesper brought it up. — I imagined it tonigh, you know. That you wouldn't let me go again. That you'd hold me to the table, that you'd kiss me more.
Wylan didn't have time to finish because Jesper was suddenly too close, the weight of his body was the first thing he felt on him, and the next second they were already kissing, unrestrained and greedy. Wylan instantly lost all control of the situation and was seized by that vivid passion he always felt when he was too close to Jesper. A barely audible moan escaped his lips as Jesper pressed against his groin in a familiar way and tangled his fingers in his hair, pulling away slightly. Their kiss was passionate and wet, almost painful, imbued with unsatisfied desire and fear of parting.
They had seen each other in all sorts of clothes and all stages of undress. Seen in different moods: sad, angry, joyful, irritated, bored, jealous, excited and happy. Jesper was literally the closest person to him, but now Wylan had to teach his body to trust Jesper again after a long hiatus. Maybe that's why he was so blown away immediately. His body's reactions were all too vivid and eloquent, obligingly showing that their lack of touch had clearly reached a new level. Even simple kisses got Wylan so turned on that his own heart pounded in his ears, making his blood pump faster than necessary, turning the anticipation into a pleasant heaviness in his lower abdomen.
— I just... — he said confusedly, pulling his head to the side as Jesper nuzzled his neck with soft kisses. — Sometimes I feel like I miss you even when you're next to me, you know? Before... before, even after a day apart, we'd pounce on each other at the first opportunity, even after the longest day we would always find time for each other, but now I hardly see you, even though we literally sleep in the same bed. I fall asleep when you're gone and I wake up when you've already left. And I'm afraid to think about it because I don't know if it's just because we've been together for so long and our feelings are getting cold, that you find other activities more interesting than me and I have to get over it, or that something has gone wrong between us and I really have to worry about it.
— Babe, I know I've been hanging around the Barrel doing Kaz's dirty work the last few weeks, but it has nothing to do with our relationship. I swear, my feelings for you are just as strong as ever and I miss you endlessly and I think about you a lot, always, — Jesper immediately tried to reassure him, feeling Wylan's insecurities and doubts too well.
The next moment he leaned back to Wylan with another hot kiss. He didn't hold back his fervor and wasn't cautious. Quickly he pushed assertively with his tongue, getting past a row of teeth, licking greedily as he let the wet smack of their kisses spread across their bedroom. Jesper had waited too long and missed Wylan too much so he tried to show it now, by reaching down with his free palm to cover Wylan's groin, squeezing hard, as if he was checking if their reactions to each other still worked in the same way.
They had used sex for many purposes throughout their relationship: to express desire and need, to show feelings, to make amends, and to make things right after a stormy argument. Now it was a way to get back to each other and find themselves again. Jesper marked his partner's neck in the most direct way possible, thinking of how the already forming hickey would be a reminder of who really belonged to whom. He ran his tongue over the reddish patch of skin and then moved lower to leave kisses all over Wylan's collarbones.
— You're the most beautiful person to me. I love you more than anything in the world, and I want you, no, I need you to remember that, — Jesper whispered sweetly, throwing a burning gaze to his lover, and moved lower, taking the clothes off Wylan. Jesper's tongue was quickly near the perks of his nipples, while his fingers crawled slowly under Wylan's underwear.
— You are unbelievable. Just look at the effect you have on me, — Wylan's face lit up with a smile and the tips of his ears turned red with embarrassment as he impatiently pushed himself into Jesper's palm now without the barrier of clothing, showing him how ready he was.
— I don't want to watch, I want to taste. To feel you on my tongue again, — Jesper said plentifully, not even trying to hide the desire in his dark eyes.
Wylan's pants flew somewhere on the floor along with his underwear, but Jesper paid no attention to it anymore, staring admiringly at his lover's evident arousal and smiling contentedly. He was between Wylan's legs the next moment, running down a path of soft kisses on the inside of his thigh, biting playfully there only to quickly return his attention to Wylan's cock. His fingers circled the sticky head around it. The tip of his tongue collected a drop of precum, and Jesper had an extremely smug look, unashamed of anything.
— I didn't think about others during those months. Even when I got someone else's attention, I still thought only of you. You alone deserve a place in my bed, — he was being frank again, before leaving a kiss on his partner's thigh.
Pleasure overshadowed Wylan's consciousness, and Jesper's actions seemed particularly intimate and proper. Only Jesper knew all his weaknesses and was now brazenly taking advantage of them, making Wylan moan louder as well as making his hips quiver.
— You look so seductive when you're between my legs, did I tell you that? — he spoke teasingly as he squeezed Jesper's shoulder approvingly. — More, love, I need more.
Jesper slid lips over his shaft, pressing his tongue tightly against the inside, and drew his cheeks in. He was filled with a sincere joy, almost childlike, when he felt directly the way Wylan's cock trembled on his tongue. It made him want to moan even louder. Jesper deliberately chose a leisurely pace, stretching everything into a sweet, exhausting torture, and swallowed the tart taste of precum, forcing his muscles to contract for more pleasure.
It felt good to turn off his head and follow the simple mechanics of these familiar movements. His own arousal didn't go anywhere, still gathering in a tight lump in his lower abdomen. But it wasn't distracting, because now he was much more engrossed in the need to feel Wylan like this. Jesper let the hard cock go further down and waited for a while, reveling in the feeling of tightness and tension in his throat, swallowing all of his excess saliva. He knew from experience how amazing that tightness felt.
His lungs burned with fire from the lack of oxygen, but Jesper endured, finding a strange pleasure in the asphyxiation. His muscles contracted reflexively, and he knew from Wylan's long groan that he, too, felt the shudder. Only then did he gently pull away with a loud pop and coughed, finally catching his breath and looking at Wylan quite happily.
— I fucking missed moments like this, princess.
Wylan felt what was happening so vividly that he had to clutch at the sheets with trembling fingers. He opened his eyes, meeting his partner's gaze, and was ready to whimper just at the sight of him, involuntarily jerking his hips upward barely noticeably. His arousal had been put off for so long, and was therefore so heightened now, that for a second Wylan thought he would cum just from this, like a teenager, after only a few minutes of such stunning caress.
Jesper playfully left another bite on Wylan's thigh and carefully pulled him to flip him onto his stomach. Already familiar with the process, Wylan thrust his hips upward and didn't bother to hold back a surprised shriek when a hard slap reached his buttocks.
– Even if you cum now, I'll still go on, — Jesper warned as if it were meant to frighten Wylan, though his voice was too low and seductive. He added some lube to his fingers and then put two at once to the clenched ring of muscle and pressed gently. Wylan exhaled sharply, and his cheeks flushed at these words.
— My fingers don't feel as good as yours do. Nothing feels as good as you do.
The abundance of lube made it easier, and Jesper acted unhurriedly but confidently enough, moving his fingers progressively. The hot elastic muscles were slowly stretching. They clenched the phalanges within them so that the mere thought of replacing them with his cock and feeling that narrowness directly made Jesper want to reach the peak.
All of Wylan's concentration went into keeping himself from cumming, so he had no control over his moans and sighs, that burst out of him with each new movement of Jesper's fingers. Nor did he control the way his hips impatiently moved back towards his lover, trying to deepen his thrusts and get even more pleasure.
— Please, please fuck me, Jes, please, — he whimpered, arching his back harder and peering out from behind his shoulder to notice the same intense desire in his boyfriend's eyes.
— I love it when you beg. When you languish like this, all ready for me and only me, — Jesper leaned in with a chuckle and traced caressing kisses along Wylan's back, but he didn't play any more, feeling himself how hard it was to contain the acute arousal.
He pressed his fingertips firmly into Wylan's thighs, surely leaving marks for the future, but he paid no attention to them, and with a confident thrust drove his hard shaft all the way in. He froze, breathing heavily, and gave them both some time to get used to each other all over again, and then began a measured movement, steering Wylan's hips so that he was directly thrusting into him, listening to the wet slaps of skin against skin.
Wylan mumbled something between "Jess," "I love you," and "please" into the pillow and finally let out a long, hoarse moan as Jesper began to stretch the muscles inside harder, pressing on the sensitive points. His moans were still Jesper's favorite thing in the world. Addressed only to him, evoked only by him. He listened carefully to each one, memorized them again, and saved them deep in his memory, like a thief who kept his bounty. He was thankful that they had the whole house to themselves and didn't have to hold back or worry about the volume.
Jesper frankly admired the sight of his cock hiding inside Wylan's body and stroked his buttocks. He leaned lower and pressed close against Wylan's heated body, ending up with kisses near his shoulder and the curve of his neck, while the bedroom was filled with the vulgar sounds of hard thrust.
— Cum, sweetheart. Do it for me. I'll keep going and I can get you going all over again. Come on, babe, you deserve it, — Jesper allowed finally, running his palms over his partner's chest. He grabbed his nipples in between his fingers and then confidently scratched along his belly on the sensitive skin before he covered Wylan's dick with his palm, helping him loose control and get a release. Jesper pushed harder, letting a new moan come off his lips, and slapped his ass again, trying to affect Wylan's pleasure in every way possible at once.
Wylan heard these words as if it was coming through thick water, but he still could understand their meaning. He needed that permission now, and the praise that followed only added bright colors. He let go of his self-control as Jesper quickened his pace and began to push into his body harder, pushing them both to the edge. Wylan groaned, squeezing to bright colored spots under his eyes as his orgasm finally overtook him, making him clench his muscles from the inside and speed up an orgasm for Jesper as well.
There was no clear thought in his head, only a fog of tenderness and love, while a pleasant exhaustion pierced his body, and Jesper moved gently to face Wylan and pull him closer before he left light kisses on his cheeks and lips, smiling happily.
— If you're always this hot and needy after a break, I'll ask Kaz to load me up with work again before next weekend. I feel like a teenager around you, and I fall in love with you more and more every day, princess.