#I just think that Jesper has crushing self-esteem issues okay

[magicandpizza]

Who wants some wesper smut with some revelations and entirely too many feelings? You do? Great. It’s below the cut 🫶

There’s something about the rare hot weather in Ketterdam that just gets Wylan, well, hot. Maybe it’s the fact that Jesper is wearing fewer clothes than usual, or maybe it’s the light sheen of sweat on his forehead and the deep vee of his exposed chest, but whatever it is, it takes very little persuading to Wylan end up on his back in their bed as Jesper fucks into him hard and deep, each snap of his hips forcing a moan out of Wylan’s throat.

His orgasm is slowly building, the telltale tension in his lower abdomen winding tighter, when Jesper slows his rhythm, his breathing harsh, and he leans down to kiss Wylan messily instead.

Wylan groans, arching up against him. He’s not complaining, Jesper is a very good kisser after all, but he’d almost been right there. He certainly wasn’t being quiet about it, and it’s not like Jesper to suddenly stop when he knows Wylan is getting close…

“Did you almost come?” he asks, cupping Jesper’s nape to force him look at him.

Seemingly reluctantly, Jesper nods.

“So why did you stop?”

“I want you to come first. Want to make it good for you.”

Wylan almost wants to laugh, or maybe cry, because Jesper is the most ridiculous man he’s ever met, and clearly has no idea just how selfless a lover he is.

“Love, you’re so good to me. I don’t need to come first every time.” He punctuates this last point by clenching around Jesper’s still-hard dick.

“Wylan…” Jesper groans, a hint of warning in his voice.

Hitching his legs higher on Jesper’s waist, Wylan presses a kiss to his lips, to his jaw. “I mean it. Just take what you want.” He smooths his hands down Jesper’s back until they reach his arse, digging his fingers into the firm muscle there and encouraging him to start fucking him properly again. “I want you to.”

The noise Jesper makes is almost a whine, but he quickly settles back into the same rhythm as before, resting on his elbows on either side of Wylan’s head.

Wylan couldn’t look away from him even if he tried. Jesper’s pupils are blown so wide there’s barely a sliver of brown left, and his skin is glistening with the sweat dripping down his forehead. He’s almost painfully beautiful, and Wylan gets to call him his.

It doesn’t take long for Jesper to come, his eyes scrunching shut as he chases his release, and Wylan groans softly at the feeling of him spilling inside him and holds him close, peppering kisses along the line of his jaw when Jesper slumps against him.

“Fuck,” Jesper says with a breathless laugh when he raises his head again. His eyes have that glassy look they get after a particularly good orgasm. He presses a lingering kiss to Wylan’s lips, then slides down his body and takes his cock into his mouth with no warning and Wylan’s back arches clean off the bed.

Jesper sucks him off with single-minded determination, his fingers replacing his cock and rubbing insistently over his prostate until Wylan is coming down his throat with a shout, fingers twisting in their ruined sheets.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Wylan asks after, once he’s caught his breath.

“Hm?” Jesper raises his head from he’d been resting it on Wylan’s stomach.

“About why you feel like you have to make me come first?”

Jesper rolls onto his back, head still pillowed on Wylan’s stomach and sighs. “I hate that you see right through me.”

“No you don’t,” Wylan says. Idly, he plays with a coil of Jesper’s hair while he waits for him to summon the courage to talk.

“I’m used to people only wanting me for sex,” Jesper admits eventually. “You know my reputation. I guess I feel like I have to satisfy my partners first to keep that reputation, to keep people wanting me.” Jesper sits up, folding his legs underneath himself. “I know it’s not like that with you but… it’s hard to break a habit.”

“You’re worth so much more than that, Jes. I want you for so much more than that.”

Jesper offers him a slightly watery smile that has Wylan reaching for him, pulling him into his arms and settling them both against the pillows.

“I love you,” Wylan tells him as Jesper exhales a shaky breath.

“I know.”