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Wylan was antsy. Well, antsy and turned on and frustrated that Jesper was still out on a job with Kaz and not in their room, fucking him. Because he’d rather Jesper be fucking him right now. But, Jesper was working as backup for Kaz on a simple handshake deal, something that Kaz could most definitely handle by himself, but preferred to have tall, lanky, dual-pistol wielding, best sharpshooter in Ketterdam, Jesper at his side just to ensure they all get out unscathed.
And Wylan was glad that Jesper had Kaz with him, too, as that would be the most sure-proof way that his boyfriend would get home without any new holes in his body.
With all of that being said, Wylan was still turned on and didn’t have his boyfriend to relieve himself with, which, if he had anything to say about it, should be illegal.
Wylan laid on their now-shared bed, eyes closed as he imagined Jesper’s large hands caressing his body, fingers pressing into his skin and rubbing soft circles and patterns into his hips, his many rings sending chills up his spine as the cool metal grazed over him. Wylan’s eyes blinked open, taking in their cracked ceiling, still thinking about those hands on him, in him. Jesper’s fingers were long and lanky, like the rest of him, and could always find that special bundle of nerves inside of him with barely any searching.
With a sharp inhale of breath, Wylan pulled himself from lying on top of their blankets, eyes searching for the bowls of rings Jesper had scattered around the room. There were a few he wore regularly, but he had dozens of others, different colors of metals and some with gemstones and some without. He rifled through them a bit before pulling on a few randomly, shifting them across his fingers until they slid onto fingers they wouldn’t get stuck on or fall off.
He wasn’t sure if this would work, if he could successfully trick his mind in this way, but it couldn’t hurt to find out. And, if it didn’t work, he was sure it would still be pleasurable enough to tide him over until Jesper got back and he could pin him to the mattress and ravish him, be ravished by him.
Wylan laid back on the bed, then, still fully clothed, his half-hard cock already pressing at the seam of his trousers just at the idea of Jesper touching him with his hands, kissing his neck with those perfect lips, leaving marks on his skin, on his neck and shoulders and thighs. Wylan closed his eyes once more and brought his hands up, lightly skimming his own chest over his button up shirt. The fabric shifted over his skin lightly, brushing up against his nipples and the soft flatness of his stomach.
He unbuttoned it after yanking off his tie, throwing it off to the side somewhere to be picked up later. He didn’t care right now, all Wylan cared about was running his ringed fingers over his bare chest and letting his mind wander to his lover.
He thought about Jesper’s smile, the light one he gave to Wylan when they were alone, utterly sincere and nothing like the confident smirks he gave around the Crow Club and throughout the Barrel. That smile didn’t even show his teeth, instead it was just a light raise of his lips, his eyes always soft as he looked at Wylan. Wylan had become a bit better about hiding his own smiles, thinking that Jesper deserved to get looked at the way he looked at Wylan.
His fingers grazed over his nipples then, brushing downwards so the metal of the rings grazed over the pebbled flesh, a light ripple of goosebumps rising on his skin. Wylan tilted his head back into the pillows, imagining Jesper leaned over him, pressing his lips to his neck, licking across his skin and sucking bruising marks into him. He imagined how Jesper’s hips would roll down into his own, almost like he couldn’t control himself, their hardnesses grinding against each other perfectly, the friction only increased when they still had their pants on.
It was even better when they did end up taking off their clothes, their hot cocks sliding against each other, Wylan’s fingernails dragging down the long expanse of Jesper’s back, Jesper’s hands flitting over his ribs and his waist and his arms like he didn’t know where he wanted to touch.
Wylan’s back arched off of the bed, then, imagining how Jesper would kiss down his front, pressing a wet mouth down his chest, his stomach, sucking marks into the jutting bones of his hips, all teasing and slow before he would get to his cock. Jesper’s mouth was almost as good as his hands, tongue swirling around him and his cheeks sucking in on his head.
Wylan whined a little at the thought of Jesper’s mouth and hands on him, both in pleasure and in frustration, as he wanted the real thing, not just the splicing of his imagination and memories to entertain him.
He abruptly sat up when he heard familiar footsteps on the stairs, a wide grin growing on his face as the door jimmied a little, a lock being turned, before the door swung open and Jesper walked in. He looked happy, a little smile on his face and a pep in his step, fingers fiddling at the pearl handles of his revolvers. He was dressed in his usual Barrel flash, a blue plaid suit with a cream shirt and a purposefully-loose tie around his neck.
Wylan stood up from the bed to greet him as Jesper closed the door behind him, not even caring that his shirt was completely unbuttoned and open, not caring that he was still wearing some of Jesper’s rings on his fingers.
“Hey, already done with your flashbomb order, I take it?” Jesper immediately eyed his bare torso, the pale skin of his chest peeking through his open shirt. He hadn’t noticed the rings, yet, but that would come in due time, Wylan was sure of it.
He didn’t even bother answering first, instead he just surged forwards, catching Jesper by the lapels of his jacket, rising up on his toes to press his lips to his mouth. Jesper’s hands immediately came up to his waist, holding them steady so they didn’t go careening into the door.
Wylan gasped as Jesper’s hands shifted under the open flaps of his shirt, long fingers and cold metal rings pressing into his skin. This, this is what he wanted. His own hands didn’t do himself justice, but Jesper’s hands were perfect. Wylan just groaned into the kiss and licked at Jesper’s lips, ignoring the man’s laugh and licking into his mouth. Jesper pulled him close, their hips pressing against each other, and Wylan could tell the exact moment Jesper realized just how hard he was.
“Already so eager, are we?” Jesper mumbles against Wylan’s lips, his hands running over his back and squeezing at his ass and the tops of his thighs as Wylan turns them and walks them backwards to the mattress. Wylan practically pounces on him as soon as he pushes Jesper onto the bed, pressing him by the shoulders and crawling on top of him, his knees straddling over his narrow hips.
“I've missed you all day,” Wylan mutters back, sucking Jesper’s lip in between his own and running his tongue along the inner edge of it. Jesper groaned against him, pressing Wylan’s hips down into his own to rut them together. He was already half hard from Wylan’s pelvis pressing into his own and the way he licked into his mouth. He hadn’t even taken his coat off yet.
“I see that,” Jesper laughs when Wylan releases his lip, sitting them both up so he can shuck off his coat. Wylan’s hands help him, and soon he’s tugging his loose tie over his head and unbuttoning his patterned trousers, Wylan’s hands pulling them down his long legs and tossing them to the floor before he’s sinking down again between his legs. Wylan pressed open-mouthed kisses up his thighs, working closer and closer to what he had been aching for all day.
“And I’ve missed this,” Wylan says before taking Jesper’s mostly-hard cock down into his mouth, tongue moving along the thick vein on the underside of his shaft, the head of his lanky cock already butting up into Wylan’s throat as he swallows around him.
Jesper groans, burying his fingers into Wylan’s messy hair as he works his length, his hand coming up to pump him as he licks at the head.
“I see that, too,” Jesper lets his head fall back onto the mattress, trying to keep his hips from rutting up too harshly into Wylan’s mouth. Wylan enjoys that anyways, so it's really not a problem, so Jesper doesn’t hold himself back too much after Wylan pulls off of him to tell him so. He keeps his thrusts up into Wylan’s mouth shallow so as to not choke him, unabashed groans spilling from his mouth at the feeling of the sensitive head of his cock rubbing at the back of Wylan’s tongue as he allows Jesper to hold his head in place. “Oh, oh fuck –”
Wylan licks at him a few more times before easily pulling out of his hold, his hand pumping his full length as he shuffles up on the bed a bit more. Jesper’s hands fall from his hair to grip at the sheets, wanting Wylan to just hurry up already and take off his pants so Jesper can fuck him.
Wylan does finally take off his pants, his hand leaving Jesper’s stiff dick to unbutton them and pull them off. Then, they’re both fully naked, and Wylan resettles himself over Jesper’s hips, their cocks sliding together tantalizingly, both hot and hard as they roll their hips into each other. Wylan frantically starts shucking off the rings on his fingers, for they were nice, but he didn’t really want to start fingering himself open while wearing them.
His movement is what finally gets Jesper to notice he was wearing them at all, his own hands reaching up and stilling Wylan’s yanking on his own hands.
“You’re wearing my rings,” Jesper breathes out, but not as a question. Wylan pauses, dropping his hands to rest on Jesper’s tight abdomen, his thumbs absentmindedly rubbing little circles into his skin. Jesper’s hands follow, rubbing over the backs of his palms and lacing their fingers together. He pulls his arms suddenly, bringing their joined hands closer to his face. Wylan has to brace himself on Jesper’s grip to keep himself from completely falling over, his breath caught in his throat and red running across his cheeks.
“I… missed you,” Wylan repeats, a bit sheepish but not embarrassed enough to pull his hands away from Jesper’s grip, no matter how closely Jesper is looking at his own rings sitting at the base of Wylan’s fingers.
“Saints, how can you be so perfect?” Jesper looks up at him, eyes wide in wonder and fondness, and Wylan has to duck his face to the side, too overcome with joy at his words to correct him. Jesper just brings their hands closer to his face, pressing soft kisses to Wylan’s knuckles, right above where the rings sit on his fingers. It's so utterly soft and intimate compared to the bruising kisses from earlier, from the frantic way Wylan blew him and stripped them of their clothes.
Wylan doesn’t answer him, instead just gently pulling his hands from being intertwined with Jesper’s and continuing to remove his rings, piling them on the nightstand before reaching and grabbing their bottle of oil. Jesper goes to remove his as well, but Wylan just puts out a hand, stopping him from taking any off.
“Keep them on… please,” he whispers, like he’s nervous to ask for this. Jesper normally keeps them on anyways, only ever using his ring-free fingers to stretch him open when he does it. Jesper just swallows and nods, settling his hands back on Wylan’s thighs as Wylan pours some out onto his own fingers and reaching back to his puckered hole.
It's easy to press a finger in, sinking all the way down to the knuckle as Wylan rolls his hips down into Jesper’s cock, his other hand propping himself up on the man’s chest. Jesper grips his hands on Wylan’s thighs a bit harder, watching the way their cocks slid against each other, the way Wylan’s eyes fluttered as he fingered himself open.
Wylan soon added a second finger, rubbing at his rim for a few moments before plunging them deep to the hilt, scissoring them apart to try and speed up the process. He wanted Jesper’s lanky cock in him hours ago, and he was starting to curse himself for not having stretched himself earlier so as to be able to fuck himself on Jesper’s dick as soon as he got back.
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Jesper breathed, reaching for the bottle of oil blindly. What he wanted to do was not something they had tried before, but he was hoping Wylan would be interested in it. He dipped just his pointer finger, one void of any rings, into the bottle, setting it back onto the nightstand as he inched his hand down and between Wylan’s legs. “Can I…?” He asked, his finger grazing the length of Wylan’s cock and over his balls, as far down as he could reach with Wylan rutting down into his pelvis. Wylan blinked his eyes and looked down, taking in the appearance of Jesper’s slick finger trying to make its way to where he was in the middle of scissoring himself open.
“Ohhh, please,” Wylan pushed himself up on his knees a bit, creating space for Jesper’s hand to get underneath him, his own spare hand splaying wide over Jesper’s sternum. Jesper just grinned and moved his hand further down, running his finger over his balls and along the tight skin of his perineum. He finally reached the rim of his half-stretched hole, and Wylan’s own finger’s slowed in their movement for him to be able to press the pad of his finger past the rim and into his hole.
It was almost an odd sensation, to have both his own fingers inside of him and one of Jesper’s at the same time, but then Wylan couldn’t really think about it anymore after Jesper’s finger was buried to the knuckle and already pressing into that special bundle of nerves in him. Jesper’s finger sat firmly in place, pressing against that spot inside of him as Wylan resumed fucking himself, his fingers spreading and brushing up against Jesper’s on every thrust. It was strange and amazing and hot and he was already shaking with the pleasure running through him as Jesper crooked his finger, pushing it against his wall in a harsh come hither movement.
Wylan keened when he did, falling forward to press his lips messily into Jesper’s, not caring if Jesper could taste himself on his lips. Instead, he just pressed his tongue to Jesper’s lips, eagerly slipping it into his mouth when given entry. Now laying on him, it left Jesper’s arm to be stuck in place between their bodies, his finger pressed as much into him as he could manage from the angle.
Jesper groaned into his mouth as Wylan’s cock rubbed against his own deliciously, Wylan having resumed his light rutting as he fucked himself open in preparation to take Jesper’s girthy cock. With a few more messy kisses, Wylan pressed himself up with the hand on Jesper’s chest, finally removing his own fingers from inside himself and he sat up fully. Jesper slowly pulled his own slick finger from Wylan’s hole as he grabbed onto Wylan’s hips, the metal of his rings pressing into his skin deliciously, watching the way Wylan reached down and grasped Jesper’s cock in his fist again.
“Hand me the oil?” Wylan looked up at him, taking in Jesper’s slightly heaving chest and wild eyes. He was already so far gone and he hadn’t even gotten his dick into him yet. Wylan’s mouth twitched up into a small smile, gratefully taking the bottle from Jesper’s hand as he held it out for him. Wylan slicked up Jesper’s cock with what was probably too much oil, the excess of it pooling around his base and onto the tight skin over his balls. Seeing the shine of oil there, Wylan lowered his hand to rub over them gently, cradling them in his fingers as he spread the oil around. It wasn’t necessary, not in the slightest, but he knew how much he enjoyed having his own balls caressed, and from the low, rumbling groans spilling out of Jesper’s mouth, he knew that he liked it, too.
“Nice, yeah?” Wylan smirked down at him, and Jesper nodded with another low moan, his hips twitching into Wylan’s hold. “You’ll have to let me suck them some time.” Wylan couldn’t help but chuckle at the sharp groan his words made Jesper emit, and he knew just how vividly the man was picturing Wylan’s mouth around his balls then.
Wylan gave him some mercy, soon leaving his balls again, shiny with oil, to pump at his cock once more before gripping it at the base to keep it steady as he lined himself up. It was easy to sink down onto, gravity doing most of the work for him, and Wylan let himself adjust to the light stretch as he bottomed out.
Jesper’s hands were tight around his bony hips, seemingly holding on for dear life even though Wylan hadn’t even started moving, yet. Wylan didn’t rise up, instead he just ground his hips in deep circles onto his lap, sinking even lower onto his lanky cock than he was before. Jesper gasped out a breath as Wylan rolled his hips down into his, the view of his hips moving so sensually being so utterly hot and sexy that he could barely take it anymore.
“Please– move,” Jesper said through gritted teeth, his fingers flexing and regripping onto Wylan’s hips, his thumbs pressing into the jut of his hip bones as Wylan held himself up with both hands on the middle of Jesper’s chest. Wylan’s mouth twitched again, looking down at him through half-lidded eyes.
“Who’s the eager one, now?” His smirk grew a bit in size as he finally started to move, rising up most of the way off Jesper’s cock, the beading tip sitting just on the inside of his rim, before he was pressing down again, his ass pressing into Jesper’s slicked balls as he buried himself to the hilt once more.
Jesper was hoping he’d take a quick and hard pace to match their earlier eagerness, but to his surprise, Wylan kept it slow, a long drag of his cock along his inner walls as he rose up onto his knees, holding for a second with Jesper’s cock just barely still inside him, before letting himself drop back down into his lap with his full weight. It knocked Jesper’s breath from his chest in a choked out moan every time he dropped back down onto him.
Unable to help himself, Wylan reached down for Jesper’s hand, the one that was still wearing rings on his first two fingers, the one that had not just been inside of his ass, and peeled his fingers from its grip on his waist. Jesper’s mouth dropped open to question what he was doing, soon dipping into a low moan as Wylan dragged the hand up his own chest and to his mouth.
Wylan continued his slow, but hard, pace over Jesper’s hips, teasing them both by kissing the pads of the fingers at his mouth, lips pressing into them as his grip shifted to wrap around Jesper’s wrist. Jesper didn’t try to control his hand or where it went, instead he just laid back and enjoyed the view, the view of Wylan lightly bouncing in his lap and pressing wet lips to his fingertips.
His tongue soon flickered out to lick at the pads of his fingers, swiping across them a few times, grinning a bit as Jesper whined below him. Jesper thrust up a bit into Wylan’s pace, unable to keep himself still. It was just so sexy, so sensual, to lay there under him, to watch him fuck himself on Jesper’s cock, to tease at his fingers in the way he was.
Wylan moaned as Jesper’s hips snapped up into him again, mouth falling open and taking three of Jesper’s fingers into it. He used his grip on Jesper’s wrist to control it, immediately pressing his fingers all the way to the back of his mouth, Jesper’s rings brushing up against his lips. He let out a choked out groan as he licked at the digits, his tongue swirling around each of them and dipping out of his mouth to lick at the metal rings around the base of his fingers.
“Oh, your mouth , it’s so good,” Jesper groaned out, eyes half closing as he focused on the sensation of Wylan’s tongue on his fingers. He never thought he would like this, but after Wylan took his hand and pressed three of his fingers practically into his own throat, he wouldn’t complain if Wylan wanted to do it every day after this.
Jesper snapped his hips up again, breath caught in his throat as he watched Wylan’s eyes roll back as he sucked on his fingers, drops of saliva slipping out from the corner of his mouth and dropping down onto Jesper’s abdomen. It was so hot, to see how gone Wylan was with just his fingers in his mouth, and Jesper was so glad then to be one with a habit of wearing rings.
It had been so hot to see Wylan wearing his rings, even if he only noticed it when he was removing them to finger himself open. Jesper spread his fingers a bit in Wylan’s mouth, immediately groaning at the feeling of Wylan’s tongue brushing between the digits and around their length.
With one last long suck on his three fingers, Wylan pulled them out of his mouth with a wet pop , bringing Jesper’s hand down to rest on the top of his chest before letting it go, allowing Jesper to do what he pleased with it. His legs were beginning to shake with fatigue as he kept up his steady pace on Jesper’s cock, and Jesper just let his hand drift down a bit to thumb over one of his raised nipples.
“Getting tired? We can flip over, if you need,” he said, rubbing over Wylan’s nipple again and smirking at the way Wylan moaned at the touch. Wylan initially shook his head, before stilling over him, his cock buried deep to the hilt as Wylan lightly ground his hips in slow circles again, catching his breath. “Or… I could fuck you against the wall, like we mentioned before.”
It had been something that Jesper had whispered in Wylan’s ear one night as he took him from behind, dirty words about how he would pin him up to the wall and fuck his brains out until he couldn’t walk to the bathroom by himself, followed by sucking on his earlobe and groaning out at the way Wylan had come from the words, sporadically clenching around his cock.
It had been talk then, but he had actually wanted to do it, and wanted to do it now, if Wylan wanted to.
“Could you even hold me against the wall long enough to come?” Wylan’s words had an edge of challenge behind them, his mouth twitched up into a smirk as he rolled his hips down into Jesper’s harshly. Jesper growled through his teeth then, fingers pinching Wylan’s nipple between them as he snapped his hips up into Wylan again.
“Oh, that sounds like a challenge,” Jesper ground out, already starting to brace his feet against the mattress in preparation to stand. Wylan just raised himself up and and dropped back down onto his cock, face tilted back as he peered down at Jesper through his eyelashes.
“I’d like to see you try,” Wylan almost purred, his lips shiny with his own spit after having sucked on Jesper’s fingers.
Jesper sat up abruptly then, pulling Wylan close to his chest as he did, their lips pressing together in hot, wet kisses, tongues licking into each other and lips dragging over skin. Wylan maneuvered his legs around so they strung around Jesper’s narrow waist, ankles crossing over his back as they sat on the bed. It brought their hips even closer together, Wylan’s leaking pinked cock pressed between their stomachs and dragging over their skin.
Jesper shuffled them over to the edge of the bed, pressing his feet down into the hardwood floor, Wylan still seated firmly on his hard cock. In one swift movement, Jesper stood up, clutching Wylan to him with large hands on his ass, and walked over to the one bare patch of wall they had, between the low dresser and the closet door. Wylan’s legs tightened around him, lavishing kisses into the dark skin of his neck as Jesper pressed his back to the wall, his back arching as his skin came in contact with the cool wall behind him.
Jesper mashed their lips together as he started thrusting, lifting Wylan up with hands on his hips, only to let him drop back down again onto his cock. Gravity was on their side more than ever before, wanting for nothing more than for Wylan to fall back down on his cock every time Jesper moved him. Wylan strung his hands over Jesper’s shoulders then, his fingers toying at the short little coils of hair on the back of his head, tilting his head to deepen their kiss. With a punched out groan at one particularly hard thrust straight into that bundle of nerves inside of him, Wylan pulled back from Jesper’s lips, his head falling back into the wall behind him, his neck stretching and his adam’s apple pressing at the tight skin across it.
“Shit,” Wylan’s hiss turned into a moan, eyes fluttering shut as Jesper thrust up into him. He felt so much bigger like this, long and girthy and so so good. The best thing he had ever experienced, a litany of ah ah ah ahs– forcing their way out of his throat as Jesper took him.
With a lick across his lips, Jesper leaned forward into his neck, sucking hard bruises into his skin, licking long stripes up the front of his neck and biting at that place behind his ear, soaking up the loud moans it tore from Wylan’s chest, his hole tightening rhythmically around his lanky cock on every hard thrust into him, his own dick bouncing between their stomachs as Jesper fucked him against the wall.
Jesper’s legs were pressed into a wide stance, not even shaking as he snaked a hand away from Wylan’s raging cock, starting to stroke him in time with his snapping thrusts, fingers brushing over the slit at his head on every pump. Wylan whimpered and arched heavier into his hold, thighs squeezing around Jesper’s waist as he climbed higher and higher to the edge.
“Come on, baby, let go, come for me,” Jesper urged, his voice gruff with sex as he muttered the words into Wylan’s ear, his hand squeezing at his base for a moment before resuming a fast pace. Wylan gasped out as he fell over the edge into bliss, his eyes blinking open wide as stars blurred his vision, just the tiniest of tears slipping out of the corners of his eyes. Jesper hoped to all of the Saints that they were good tears, and was reassured when Wylan moaned into his cheek, hips rolling into his pumping fist.
The clenching around his cock was what pushed Jesper over the edge with him, his hand coming up to press against the wall next to Wylan’s head to keep himself from collapsing into him as he came into Wylan’s ass. The euphoria was like nothing else, his mind floating up up up past the ceiling, up into the smog-filled Ketterdam air and even above that, to be bathed with stars they couldn’t see from here and surrounded by brilliant white moonlight.
Jesper came back into himself to the feeling of Wylan pressing light kisses into his wrist, his head turned as his hands rubbed soothingly over Jesper’s heaving chest.
“You alright?” He whispered, having realized that Jesper was with him again.
“Yeah, more than alright, Wy,” Jesper nuzzled into his cheek, pressing a noisy kiss there as Wylan slowly unwound his legs from around his waist. Jesper let him down, a steadying hand on his hip, his feet stepping back a bit to allow him space to stand. “So, what do I get?” He smirked, thumb rubbing a soothing circle into his skin. Wylan hummed and blinked up at him, his hair wild and sticking in a million different directions.
“Get for what?” He asked, eyebrows scrunched down in confusion. Jesper just chuckled, leaning down to kiss at the worried little divot between his brows. Wylan relaxed under his lips, hand reaching up to grasp at his bicep.
“For beating your challenge. I fucked you against the wall long enough to come,” Jesper grinned down at him, utterly proud of himself. Wylan just laughed, the whole idea of him challenging Jesper to see if he could hold him up against the wall long enough to make them both come had completely slipped from his mind the second Jesper’s mouth had touched the pale skin of his neck.
“Oh, I have plenty of ideas.”