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“Wylan, are you done yet?” Jesper practically whined, leaning over his desk, both of his large hands pressed into the golden oak table. It was already past dinner, and Wylan was still working, and Jesper, frankly, was horny. And his boyfriend was taking forever.
“No, I still have probably another hour to go. Why don’t you go and work on your gift for a bit?” Wylan didn’t even look up from his papers, pen hovering above the page as he compared account numbers and the amount of money going in and out of them. He was dressed casually, or at least as casually as a mercher does, that being in a dress shirt buttoned to his neck, and slacks, and a tie knotted at the base of his throat. It was more colorful than the mercher blacks Wylan left the house in, but Jesper still thought it was extremely hot, the way the fabric pulled just a bit at the front of his chest.
Jesper was in a more comfortable version of his Barrel flash, a bright shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, patterned pants that hugged his ass perfectly, all paired with a slip chain necklace hanging down to lay against his chest, the rings on either end of it in the shape of a heart.
“But Wylan,” Jesper leaned over him, blocking his light, the long tail of his chain necklace dangling in his view. Wylan eyed it carefully, giving nothing away, even though he probably could tell by now how turned on Jesper was. “I want you. ”
“And you need to learn patience,” Wylan mused, tearing his eyes away from the dangling chain necklace and returning to his reports. Jesper harrumphed, moving to sit on the desk, ass perched right where Wylan’s reports were. Wylan pulled his hands away to keep them being sat on, jaw dropping open as he leaned back and looked up at Jesper. The audacity he had to sit on his papers and disturb his very important work. “Excuse me, and what do you think you’re doing?”
“Getting you to stop working and give me attention, instead,” Jesper smirked, leaning back on his hands on the desk, his body a long line from his feet all the way up his legs and torso to his neck. Wylan leaned back fully into his large desk chair, arms resting on the armrests as he eyed Jesper a bit critically.
“Oh, really?” Wylan tilted his head back, his neck a pale expanse of creamy skin. Jesper wanted to fall into his lap and kiss him there, so he did. His knees fell easily to either side of Wylan’s thighs, his hands coming up to rest on Wylan’s shoulders as he tucked his face into his neck and started kissing the skin there lightly. He didn’t stay light for long, soon licking a long stripe up the column of his neck and sucking a mark under the curve of his jaw. Wylan moaned behind gritted teeth, his fingers gripping on the armrest as Jesper pressed his hips down into Wylan’s lap, his cock already half hard.
Jesper nipped at his pulse point, drawing a harsh gasp from Wylan’s throat. He grinned into his neck then, rolling his hips again, feeling Wylan’s own hardness grow below him. Very nice. Suddenly, there was a hand on the back of his head, pulling on the short coils there, ripping his face from its place tucked against Wylan’s neck. He gasped out, blinking rapidly at the pleasurable pull on his hair.
“Wha?”
“I said , you need to learn patience. I also said I wasn’t done with my work, so you need to wait,” Wylan mocked lightly, his grip still tight on Jesper’s hair, bending him backwards at an odd angle.
“Please, baby,” Jesper choked out, stars already swirling in his eyes. Wylan loosened his hold, fingers dragging along the back of his head and around to the front of his chest, dipping below his half-open shirt. Wylan dragged a finger down his skin until it reached the loose heart-shaped ring on the end of the slip chain, his finger tucking into it and pulling ever so slightly.
“Do I need to punish you, for not being patient?” Wylan asked, tugging on the slip chain. It didn’t tighten to Jesper’s neck, not in the slightest, but just the clank clank clank noise of the metal sliding over itself as the other ring moved was enough for him to be moaning unabashedly into the air of Wylan’s office, his back arching into Wylan’s hold on him.
“Oh, oh , I’ll be patient, I promise, baby,” Jesper moaned, chest heaving as Wylan dropped the necklace and ran his hand down his front, fingers catching on the buttons of his shirt.
“I have an idea, then,” Wylan rubbed circles into his hips, keeping him from grinding down into his lap. He leaned forward to whisper the next words into Jesper’s ear, breath hot against his skin. “You’re gonna warm my cock for me as you read the rest of my reports,” he said, pausing when Jesper moaned loudly against him. “I’m going to strip you bare, and I’m going to stretch you over my desk and fuck you with my fingers, and then you’re going to sit on my cock until the work is done. All the while, I’m going to stay just as I am, in my dress clothes, sitting in my chair. How does that sound?”
“Mm,” Jesper rested his head on Wylan’s shoulder, eyes closed as he imagined what was to come. “Sounds so good, baby, except…”
“Except, what?”
“I may or may not be already prepped… for you,” Jesper said a bit sheepishly, hiding the rush of redness on his face. Jesper was not one to blush much, but when Wylan was like this, and did these things to him, he couldn’t help himself. “I’m sorry.”
Wylan hummed, slipping one hand around to his front to pop the buttons on Jesper’s trousers. With them now open, it gave his hand space to slip under his waistband, hand brushing over the skin of his ass, fingers trailing down and down until he met the base of the glass buttplug already inside of him. Wylan groaned a little, pressing on it lightly, relishing in the way Jesper reacted so harshly to the lightest touch, his body twitching into him.
“I’m sorry, baby, please forgive me,” Jesper whispered again, and Wylan just shook his head, removing his hand from under his trousers.
“You just wanted to be good for me, didn’t you?” Wylan smirked, leaning back so Jesper had to lift his head and look at him, and Jesper nodded once. “Good. Now, stand up and strip.”
Jesper shuffled backwards off of his lap then, hands shaking slightly as he unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it from off of his shoulders and tossing it to the side without looking where it landed. He pushed his pants off then, stepping out of the legs and lightly kicking them off to the side, groaning a bit as the plug shifted in him.
Wylan busied himself with locking the door, and closing the curtains, as it was getting dark outside and he didn’t want anyone to be able to see into his office then. It left the room illuminated by a handful of lanterns, a soft orange glow accentuating every long line of Jesper’s body, the lines of his ribs, the jut of his hip. Wylan watched him for a moment as he walked back over to the desk, eyes roaming over his bare skin as Wylan still stood completely dressed, his arousal pressing tightly at the seam of his trousers.
“Turn around, lean over the desk, move the papers first,” Wylan added when Jesper almost laid on his papers again, all of them being shuffled off to the side so he could rest his front on the desk. Wylan stepped up behind him, not quite touching him. He reached forward and gripped the base of the buttplug, wiggling it out of him slowly. Jesper groaned anyway, his hands fidgeting as he tried to figure out what to do with them. It pulled out of his hole with a wet pop , and Wylan groaned lightly at the sight of Jesper’s hole clenching around nothing.
It was their favorite plug, made of glass and just slightly smaller in diameter from Wylan’s cock. It made the slight stretch between it and when Wylan would start to fuck him utterly amazing, a tight, wet heat that they both enjoyed the feeling of. So, of course Jesper would have prepped himself with it, anticipating Wylan to drop everything and take him to bed, fucking him on the mattress and groaning at the way his own cock stretched his hole just that bit further.
But Wylan wasn’t taking him to bed, and wasn’t going to fuck him into the mattress, because Jesper wasn’t going to be rewarded for his insolence, for disrupting Wylan while he was busy working. Instead, Wylan just reached down to a drawer, pulling out the small, unassuming bottle of oil he kept there. They had a dozen little bottles hidden around the mansion, as sometimes, after his mother had gone to bed and the staff home, they couldn’t even make it to their room before stripping each other down and fucking each other into whatever surface was closest.
Wylan slicked three of his fingers, circling the rim of Jesper’s asshole a few times to spread the oil around before plunging all three of them into him at once, sinking all the way down to the knuckle. With having already been prepped with the plug, he knew Jesper could take all three at once, and he was rewarded with the loud moan as his fingers immediately brushed that splendid little bundle of nerves inside of him.
Jesper pressed himself into the wood of the desktop, trying to subtly rut against it, his hard, leaking cock already searching for release. Wylan just tutted and reached around with his free hand, his other still slowly fucking his fingers in and out of his ass, and pulled the loose end of the slip chain necklace around to rest in the dip between his shoulder blades. Wylan grabbed the heart-shaped ring once more, tugging it just a bit to get that wonderful metal-sliding-over-metal noise that they both loved.
“This is a punishment, to teach you patience. Stay still, you don’t get to come without permission,” Wylan pressed the pads of his fingers more firmly into that spot inside of him, curling his fingers a bit harshly as Jesper forced himself to still from where he was grinding against the desk. With that, Wylan removed his fingers, rubbing his hand over Jesper’s ass cheek appreciatively as he backed away completely.
Apparently having realized that he shouldn’t move without permission, Jesper stayed where he was, bent over Wylan’s desk, his ass on full display as Wylan sat back into his large armchair. He just watched him for a few moments, looking at his long legs and his round ass and the way his hole rhythmically clenched in anticipation for Wylan’s cock.
When he started to whine, Wylan clicked his tongue and waited. Jesper groaned and rested his forehead down on the desk, falling completely still. With a light smirk, Wylan reached down and popped the button of his trousers, only moving them out of the way enough for him to push his underwear down and pull out his cock, already hard and pinked and leaking at the tip. He used the leftover oil on his fingers to slick his cock, lightly groaning out as he pumped himself a few times to full hardness.
“Alright, come here. Stay facing the desk,” Wylan murmured, leaning back to leave his lap open for Jesper to sit on him. Jesper shuffled back, grabbing the armrests so he could sit back on Wylan’s lap. He sat, Wylan’s cock rubbing on his ass deliciously, and he wanted to just reach back himself and press Wylan into himself.
Instead, Wylan gripped his waist in one hand, the other supporting the base of his cock. He urged Jesper up with a whisper, shifting his ass back to press his cock to his fluttering hole. Jesper couldn’t hold back the groan from his throat as he sunk down onto Wylan’s cock, the stretch both aching and wonderful at the same time. Wylan gripped both of his hips between his hands as he bottomed out, keeping Jesper from grinding down onto him.
It was just as hard for him to not immediately thrust up into him, but Jesper needed to learn that patience was a virtue, and would be heavily rewarded when implemented. Jesper reached forward for the pile of unread reports when prompted, gasping when the movement made Wylan’s hard cock rub up against his inner wall, stifling a groan as he leaned back into Wylan’s chest. Wylan runs his hands over his bare skin, thumbing at his nipples and lightly touching the slip chain necklace around his neck, listening to Jesper’s shaky words as he read the papers.
Wylan, every once in a while, gripped his waist and thrusted up, deep into him, only once at a time before settling again, pulling Jesper down so he could be seated inside of him as deep as he could manage, which, from this angle, was very deep. Jesper’s breath hitched every time, the tip of Wylan’s dick pressing right into that bundle of nerves as he snapped his hips, before he groaned out as Wylan settled them back down into the chair.
Jesper isn’t sure if this is part of his punishment, like Wylan is giving him a peek at what being patient will get him, or if it's just Wylan not being able to control himself, needing that friction as his cock sits in the warm heat of Jesper’s ass. Maybe, it's both, and maybe, if Jesper can get through the last of these papers without grinding down on him or inching a hand to his own lanky cock, then maybe Wylan will bend him back over the desk and show him what his patience will get him.
“Alright, that's the last one. I've been a good boy, yeah? So please, Wylan. Please, baby, fuck me,” Jesper begs as he finishes the last report, the pile of papers lightly crumpled in his shaking hands. Wylan just hums and runs his hands over his bare stomach, the cuffs of his shirt dragging against his skin. He feels like a toy for Wylan to use, being stark naked as Wylan is still fully dressed, not having even pushed his trousers down his thighs.
“You have been patient, haven’t you?” Wylan ran his fingers up his heaving chest, teasing at the ring of his necklace, but not pulling on it. Just the idea of him doing it is enough for Jesper to tilt his head back onto Wylan’s shoulder, just hoping that he would finally end this punishment and fuck him until he forgot his own name. “Now, let me show you what being patient will get you. Stack the reports, neatly, this time.”
Jesper leaned forward again, Wylan’s cock pressing into that bundle of nerves, and he had to pause for a moment, taking a deep breath before he could shuffle all of the reports into a nice pile and set them off to the side. Jesper also takes the initiative to close the bottle of ink on the desktop, dismantling Wylan’s pen and storing the pen and nibs back into their case with careful fingers.
Wylan watches with a fond smile on his face, pressing his thumbs into the little dimples above Jesper’s ass, looking at the long line of his spine as he leans over the desk to clear it. Without warning, Wylan grasps his hips firmly between his hands, pushing them both up and out of the chair without pulling out. He steps forward, forcing Jesper’s legs apart with the press of his knee, and pushes until Jesper’s pelvis presses against the desk once more.
Wylan presses a hand in between his shoulder blades, urging him to bend over and lie on the desk below him. Jesper goes easily, incredibly eager to finally be fucked after having to sit with Wylan’s hot cock inside of him for so long without being able to do anything about it.
He expects Wylan to immediately start fucking him, with hopefully a hard and fast pace, but instead, he just rubs a hand on his lower back as his other hand grabs the bottle of oil again. Jesper reaches forward and grips the far edge of the desk beneath his fingers as Wylan pours oil over his hole, his fingers spreading it around and soothing the bit of harsh friction there as the oil earlier had absorbed into their skin a bit.
Then, after they’re freshly slicked and Jesper is gripping the desk below him in preparation to be fucked to oblivion, does Wylan start to move. He starts slow, either teasing or getting Jesper used to it, as if he hadn’t just been warming his cock for the past half an hour, but he doesn’t stay slow for long.
He still hadn’t even pulled his trousers down more than just enough to free his cock, so the fabric brushes up against Jesper’s ass and balls at every thrust, rubbing against his skin tantalizingly as he gets fucked into Wylan’s desk. The same desk that Jan Van Eck had once used, and Jesper moaned at the thought of being taken on it.
“Please, Wy, can I–”
“No,” Wylan grunts, pulling Jesper’s hips back into every thrust, the metal of Jesper’s necklace dragging along the wooden surface as he rocked back into Wylan, the sound sharp and never ending as Wylan fucked into him. Jesper groaned, letting his head fall back down to rest on the desk with a harsh thump .
He wanted to come, had wanted to come for so long at that point, having been unable to touch himself as he sat naked on Wylan’s lap, his cock twitching up into his own stomach every time Wylan randomly thrusted up into him. It was almost torturous, now, to not be able to touch himself to just take what Wylan gave him.
Wylan gave him a lot, his hands gripping at his waist with tight fingers as he fucked him, pressing in to the hilt on every thrust, pulling out most of the way before thrusting back in again, the head of his cock always staying buried past that stretched rim around him. Wylan was grunting dirty words into the air as he did, mixed with praise as Jesper had waited so patiently for them to finish their reading before Wylan started using him for more than just warming his own cock.
“You’re so tight, so– so good ,” Wylan squeezed his ass with one palm as he spoke, only spurred on at Jesper’s wild moans. “You’re my perfect little slut, aren’t you? Warming up my cock as I sat there, completely dressed. You’re mine, and no one else’s, do you understand me?”
“Guh… yes,” Jesper sobbed out. He was Wylan’s, and Wylan was his. “I’m yours. A-and, you’re mine.”
“Yes, Jes. I’m yours. Yours, baby,” Wylan snapped his hips harder into him then, his hips pressing into Jesper’s plush ass at every pull on Jesper’s hips back into him. “You’re my perfect little whore, so beautiful, darling.”
“Nguh, uh huh,” Jesper didn’t know words anymore, he barely knew his own name as Wylan plunged deep into him, the metal of his necklace sliding under his chest as he rocked back into Wylan’s cock.
With one last thrust to the hilt, Wylan squeezed Jesper’s ass with both of his hands before pulling out, ignoring Jesper’s whine at the sudden loss.
“On your back,” Wylan steps back to allow for him to move, lazily pumping his dick a few times as he watched Jesper straighten on shaky legs, before he turned around and leaned against the desk, hands clenching as he pushed himself up onto the desk and laid back. It left him completely exposed, his legs spread open and waiting for Wylan to step back between his knees.
Wylan did, hands running up Jesper’s thighs to urge them to wrap around his waist. Jesper locked his ankles at the dip of Wylan’s back, forcing him to remain close as he pressed his cock back into Jesper’s slick hole, the both of them releasing matching groans as he sunk back into him. Wylan didn’t wait any longer before resuming his hard thrusts, pressing in quickly until he bottomed out, only to drag it back out slowly, every inch of his dick pressing against that wonderful bundle of nerves inside of him.
“See what being patient does?” Wylan’s breath is raggedy as he leaned over Jesper, his hands pressed into the wooden desk on either side of his ribs, the angle pressing him even deeper into him. Jesper groaned, grasping onto his arms maybe a bit too tightly, but he can’t even find it in himself to care. Instead, Wylan just leans down and licks at one of his nipples, lightly biting around it and rolling his tongue over the perked bud. Jesper’s back arches off of the desk and into his mouth, like he never wants Wylan to pull away. He does, momentarily, just to go down on the other one, sucking it into his mouth and pressing his teeth into the pillowy tissue of his peck.
“Yes, I- I do, I promise, I’ve learned my lesson,” Jesper gasps as Wylan kisses up to his neck, nipping at his collar bone before starting to suck a mark into the curve of his neck. “Please, just let me come, please .”
Wylan hums against his neck before pulling off, holding himself up with one hand as he ruts into Jesper, his other hand finally falling down to grasp Jesper’s long cock, starting to pump it with long, steady strokes in time with his own thrusts, gathering the precome leaking from the tip and using it to soothe the slide. He twists his fist on the tip of every other pull, his eyes swirling as he stared down at Jesper below him, seeing just how far he was gone to the world.
“Alright, Jes, come for me, come on, come–” He urged, and then Jesper was coming, already having been so so close to the edge for so long. It was all he could do to wait for Wylan’s permission before he was spasming and convulsing around Wylan’s cock in his ass, rhythmically contracting around him as he spurted over his own abdomen.
Wylan was soon to follow, having been so hard for so long as Jesper warmed his cock, and now, with Jesper twitching and clenching around him, he couldn’t hold on any longer. He fucked himself and Jesper through their orgasms, his hips pulsing erratically as he came deep inside of him, his come spreading around his own length and creating an obscene, lewd squelching noise as he thrust a last few times into his boyfriend.
They both relaxed, Wylan almost completely collapsing on top of Jesper, his arms shaking as he was still buried deep inside of him. He knew, as soon as he pulled out, that his come would start to drip out of Jesper’s hole, and he wasn’t quite ready for that.
It was after their usual dinner time, but they had let the staff go home early that day, so it would be up to them to cook for themselves. Wylan was hungry, and knew Jesper had to be, too, but really wanted nothing else but to take him to bed and fuck him all over again, maybe let Jesper ride him this time.
“The plug,” Jesper blinked up at him, his words slightly slurred, head turning to try and find the glass buttplug he had in him earlier. Wylan found it easily, and held it up for Jesper to see, a question on his lips. Jesper answered before he could speak, and Wylan choked a little on his own saliva at the words. “I want to keep your come inside me, until you can fuck me again after dinner.”
“Yeah, yes, uh huh,” Wylan was the one without words now, slipping out of Jesper’s hole, immediately bringing the plug over to replace his cock. It slipped in easily, successfully keeping all of Wylan’s come inside of him while also keeping him stretched open. Wylan settled it at the base, a hand on Jesper’s stomach to keep him still as Wylan stepped out of the circle of his legs and retrieved his trousers after wiping the come from Jesper’s stomach. He didn’t want the thing slipping out from his wet come, and he also didn’t want them wandering around naked in case his mother was still awake or left her rooms at some point.
He helped Jesper get dressed as the man came fully back into himself, helping him sit up to slip his shirt back around his shoulders. Wylan ran his fingers along the long tail of his slip chain necklace once again, his gaze flickering up to Jesper’s as the man’s breath hitched.
Wylan just smiled at him, leaning forward to finally press their lips together for the first time since Jesper had come waltzing in to distract him. There were technically a few more accounts to look over, but, at this point, Wylan wasn’t going to bother with them until the morning, far more concerned about getting them fed and taking Jesper back to bed with him after.
With Jesper dressed and Wylan tucked back into his pants, they walked downstairs hand in hand, Jesper’s thumb tapping a soothing rhythm into his skin. They made light conversation as they cooked and ate, an underlying thrum of arousal and anticipation still stirring in the air around them, if the stolen glances at each other across the intimate dining table told either of them anything.
They didn’t drag it out any longer than necessary, instead they just cleaned up their plates and the pans used to make dinner, Jesper pulling Wylan back up the stairs and down the hall to their bedroom, not a word said between them as they went. Wylan couldn’t stop thinking about the plug keeping all of his come inside of Jesper as they cooked, as they sat across from each other as they ate. He hoped Jesper could feel it pressing into him as he sat, and hoped he also was thinking about Wylan’s come sitting inside of him.
Jesper locked the door behind them as they got to their bedroom, hands already moving to his buttons again as Wylan loosened his tie. It wasn’t about control anymore, about teaching lessons or telling him what to do, this was just about them reaching release together, the tension from their time earlier not having lightened in the slightest as their bodies calmed and ramped back up again.
Wylan was already half hard again from the thought of Jesper riding him, his own come slicking their movements against each other. In no time, they were both naked and in bed, Wylan on his back, propped up against their pillows, Jesper pressed against his chest as they kissed heatedly. Wylan’s hands brushed down Jesper’s ribs and waist as his tongue slipped past his lips, their tongues rolling together as Jesper brought one hand up to card through his red curls, thoroughly mussing them up as he licked into Wylan’s mouth. Wylan’s hands squeezed his ass once before dipping lower, pushing at the wonderful glass plug holding all of his come inside of him.
Jesper groaned and arched into him as Wylan began thrusting the plug slowly in and out of him, making sure to not completely remove it, as he wanted to keep every drop of his come inside of him before he came inside of him again. Jesper rutted back into his thrusts, lips falling from Wylan’s. Wylan didn’t mind, however, just reaching up to press kisses to his jawline, working back until he could lightly bite Jesper’s earlobe between his teeth.
Jesper keened before pulling away, abruptly moving up so his hips were more level with Wylan’s cock, his hand slipping down to pump Wylan a few times. Wylan had to let go of the plug from this angle, instead he just gripped Jesper’s hips as his large hand stroked over him. Jesper was far too excited to wait any longer, instead just kneeling over Wylan’s cock and reaching back himself with one hand to grip the glass plug, the other hand steadying Wylan’s twitching cock as he prepared to switch from one to the other.
Wylan dug his fingernails into Jesper’s ass as the man pulled the plug out of himself and immediately lowered onto Wylan’s cock, his eyes fluttering as he was again stretched just a bit further from what the plug kept him at. He bottomed out soon enough, not even a drop of Wylan’s come having dripped out of him.
“Ride me, baby,” Wylan said, watching as Jesper dropped the slick plug on the mattress next to them before bracing himself on Wylan’s chest, his knees adjusting around Wylan’s hips. He rose up on his cock, and Wylan groaned at both the loud squelch noise their bodies made as Wylan’s cock was reslicked in his own come, and also at the feeling of Jesper’s hole still so tight around him.
Watching Jesper bounce on his dick with strong thighs flexing on either side of him was making him approach the edge maybe a bit too quickly, especially since Jesper wasn’t even touching himself yet. He wanted to stretch it out a bit longer, so Wylan screwed up his eyes and tilted his head back, just allowing himself to feel as Jesper’s balls smacked into the thrush of reddish hair around his cock every time he fell back down onto him.
Jesper wasn’t having any of it, however, instead he just leaned down and kissed at Wylan’s neck, sucking dark, bruising marks into the crook of his neck and over his collarbone and up behind his ear. Wylan arched into him, his knees coming up so he could brace his feet on the mattress and thrust up into him, meeting Jesper’s pace. Jesper’s mouth faltered on his neck, choking gasps escaping him as Wylan thrust up into him, their bodies meeting with a lewd smacking sound every time.
“Saints, you’re so good,” Jesper moaned into his ear, no longer kissing him or sucking marks into his skin. Wylan didn’t mind, instead he just tightened his grip on Jesper’s hips, bringing him down harder and harder into each thrust. Jesper’s legs had begun to shake, from both the excursion of bouncing himself on Wylan’s cock, and also from the feeling of his head pushing into that bundle of nerves on every push in, so he was glad for Wylan to take the reins instead.
Wylan increased their pace, biting his own lip harshly as he did, little grunts leaving his throat every time he brought Jesper back down to bury his cock into him as deep as it could go. Like this, gravity helped them, bringing Jesper down as far as possible, his cheeks pressing into the sharp bones of Wylan’s hips every time.
Wylan readjusted to sit up a bit more against the pillows, and Jesper came with him easily, raising himself back up from being splayed over his chest. Jesper’s hands returned to pressing into Wylan’s ribs, working himself into the pace again as Wylan thrust up into him. A second wind.
Wylan groaned at the sight of Jesper throwing his head back to face the ceiling, his bright gray eyes closed as he took his turn to just feel the drag of Wylan’s cock in his ass for the second time that night. Wylan reached back with his hands, gripping each cheek of his ass and pulling them apart, spreading him open a bit wider as Jesper bounced on his cock. Jesper let out a breathless moan at the feeling of Wylan’s fingers digging into his ass, his fingers curling from their place pressed into Wylan’s heaving chest.
The slip chain necklace around his neck was bouncing with him, the metal sliding and clicking against itself as he moved. Wylan thought he looked so beautiful like this, neck extended as he arched back, dressed in nothing but his few piercings and the chain necklace that Wylan had gifted him. They both loved it, for what it represented, that being not just their love and commitment to each other, but also as a reminder to who was the one that loved to be in control, and who loved to give him whatever he wanted.
Jesper came with a choked off cry, come spilling over Wylan’s pale stomach and pooling over his skin. Jesper kept bouncing himself through it, his hole clenching around Wylan’s cock in that splendid way it did. Wylan had still a bit to go before he would be able to come, but knew that Jesper enjoyed that tingle of overstimulation when it was done right, and apparently wanted it now, too. Jesper didn’t stop moving, didn’t even slow down, instead he just kept raising himself up on shaky legs and allowed himself to drop back onto Wylan’s cock again, now hunched over his chest as Wylan thrust up into him, his feet braced wide on the mattress as his fingers dug bruises into the dark skin of his ass.
It was only a minute or two later when Wylan was crying out himself, spurting more come into Jesper’s asshole as he erratically thrust up into him, fucking himself through his second orgasm for the night, Jesper’s ass grinding down into him as he did. Jesper soon collapsed down onto his chest, completely fucked out, his fingers shaking as he tried to steady his breathing. Wylan let his tight grip on Jesper’s ass loosen, bringing a hand up to brush over Jesper’s hair, leaning down to press a kiss into it as they both came back down to earth for the second time that night.
“You’re going to drip all the way to the bath,” Wylan mumbled against his hair, his cock softening but still buried deep inside of him. They were both too tired to move yet, even with Jesper’s ass clenching around him as he came down from his orgasm.
“Then just put the plug back in until we can get there,” Jesper grumbled into his chest, shifting a bit and hissing as Wylan’s cock brushed something in him again. Wylan moaned low in his chest, hand fumbling for the discarded glass plug and bringing it to rest right above Jesper’s hole, the tip of it rubbing lightly at the stretched rim as his own cock fully softened and started to pull out of him. He gently pressed the plug back into him as his cock fully slipped out, shushing him quietly as Jesper moaned against him again.
“Come on, up you get. I’ll make sure it doesn’t fall out,” Wylan nudged him to sit up, a hand holding the base of the plug up into him as they shuffled to stand and waddle over to the connected ensuite bathroom. Jesper wrapped an arm around Wylan’s shoulder as they walked, bending down to press a kiss to his sweaty forehead as they went. Wylan kept his hand on the plug to ensure it didn’t slip out after being slicked with two rounds of come, using his other hand to bend down and turn on the tap once they got in.
They bathed with quiet, soft words exchanged between them, Wylan taking extra care to clean Jesper’s thighs and ass, gentle hands and rags wiping over his sore hole, now empty as he removed the buttplug for the final time that night. Jesper had removed his slip chain necklace before they got in the tub, just to prevent it from tarnishing, and Wylan just kissed him squarely on the chest, lips trailing between his pecs where the necklace normally rested.
“So, learned your lesson, did you?” Wylan smirked a little as they got dressed into their bed clothes and curled up together in bed, Jesper pillowed on Wylan’s chest as he often liked to do after a particularly intense session of submission.
“Yes, I think so,” Jesper laughed into his shirt, fingers slipping under the fabric to caress his skin. Wylan just hummed and kissed his head once again, settling into the pillows to sleep. Jesper was soon to follow, their legs tangled together under the thick blankets.