oh oh oh!! could I please request a wesper drabble for 5/6/73? any or all or a combo if any of those call to you in any way! love your writing <3
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” / “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
Prompts: [1] [2]
“We shouldn’t be doing this—”
Wylan snorts into the curve of Jesper’s throat, unable to help it. Jesper whines at him for it, but (Wylan notes this with complete pleasure) he doesn’t take his hand off of Wylan’s waist. Under the thin fabric of his t-shirt, his palm is warm.
“Merchling, I mean it—”
Wylan nips Jesper’s throat just to be petty, then pulls away. “Ghezen’s hand, Jesper, why else are you naked in my bed?”
Jesper gives him a flat stare. “I already told you.”
“Well, I spilled kvas on my shirt is not a very good explanation!”
Jesper takes the time to readjust where he’s lying flat atop Wylan’s mattress, leaning into the weight of his elbow and taking his hand off Wylan's waist so he can lift his fingers one at a time where Wylan can see. “First, it was a dress. Second, it was a lot of kvas. Third, I don’t think that you would have liked finding me in the middle of your bedroom with my dick out any more than you liked finding me under your bed sheets. If I were you, I’d be grateful that I bothered to hide instead of flashing you.”
It takes Wylan pressing his lips together tight enough to pinch for him to keep quiet. He imagines that he would have liked finding Jesper standing fully naked and unabashed quite a lot, actually. Then again, he did also like finding out that Jesper was naked under his sheets, too, once he was sure that he was on his own and hadn’t snuck away from Wylan’s birthday to shag someone in his bed.
Too curious for his own good, a dozen more questions buzz for attention in Wylan’s head. Where are your tights? Why didn’t you go to the bathroom? Did you really come to my birthday party without wearing any underwear? Can we put all this behind us and take this further, please? Why don’t you think we should be doing this?
Much to Wylan’s dismay, that last one rings loudest in his head. He sits back just far enough to give Jesper a little bit more space, although Jesper doesn’t sit up properly.
“Do you want to stop?”
“Saints, no,” Jesper blurts out. A look of concern flickers in Jesper’s eyes, blink and you’ll miss it quick, but Wylan sees it anyway. “Unless you want to—”
“I don’t,” Wylan interrupts. “You seemed like you wanted to stop!”
Jesper groans. “Oh, Nina’s going to kill me for this. There’s meant to be a surprise. In about—” He glances at the little alarm clock on Wylan’s nightstand, then winces. “— two minutes ago. Saints, I’m dead.”
Wylan’s eyebrows raise. “A surprise?”
“It’s your birthday, kid. We weren’t just going to not surprise you.”
Gently, Wylan’s cheeks heat. “You did surprise me. Pretty spectacularly, Jes.”
He can’t say that he ever expected his birthday party to culminate in his best friend completely naked in his bed, or for that discovery to devolve into them senselessly and desperately rutting against each other, but he hardly minds. Jesper has been the object of his affections for months, if not years, and the idea that he would ever feel even slightly the same is quite possibly the best birthday miracle Wylan could have hoped for.
Jesper doesn’t say anything, but he does get that grossly smitten look in his eye that makes Wylan’s stomach flip. He gnaws a little nervously at his bottom lip. “So you want to keep kissing me?”
“Of course I do,” Jesper says, as if the notion of thinking otherwise is perfectly ridiculous. “I just don’t want you to miss out on your birthday gift.”
Affection blooms spectacularly in Wylan’s chest, which makes it incredibly difficult for him to pull away, but he manages — somehow. “Okay,” he finally says. “I still have questions—”
“When don’t you.”
“— but I suppose they can wait for later.”
Jesper blows out a breath, looking a little flushed. “Later. Sure.”
Privately, Wylan smiles. He sits up, willing the flush on his cheeks to calm. Jesper’s dress is hanging by the window to air out — and, in his defence, it does look like there was quite a lot of kvas. Wylan can just about spot Jesper’s fishnet tights on the back of his desk chair, too, which at the very least answers one question.
He turns over his shoulder to look at Jesper, lying flat in his bed with a blanket haphazardly pulled over his crotch but not doing much to hide the fact he’s half-hard, or the beautiful expanse of dark skin from his bare chest. Wylan gives Jesper a happy little smile.
“Later,” he confirms. “After you’ve given me the rest of my birthday gift.”
Jesper lifts his eyebrows. “Who says I got you a present?”
Wylan’s smile grows. He reaches behind himself and trails one finger slowly down the middle of Jesper’s chest, delighted by the way his mouth falls open and the sound of his weak, breathless little moan. He stops right before he gets to the edge of the blanket, and all it barely hides.
“You little minx,” Jesper says weakly. “I changed my mind. Nina can wait. Stay in bed.”
“No, Jesper.”
“But—”
“Later.”
Jesper groans. “Oh, I hate you.”
Wylan laughs. “It’s my birthday!”
Before he can stand Jesper shoots mostly upright, grabbing hold of Wylan around the waist and pulling him into a deep, dirty kiss. Sparks fly in the corner of his eyes and make him dizzy. This is the best birthday he’s ever had.
“Alright, birthday boy. Ever had a birthday spanking before?” Jesper mumbles against his lips. Yeah, Wylan thinks, the best birthday he has ever had.
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