This was a request. Request forum is on my profile!! <3

The house was tucked away behind twisting iron gates and rows of wisteria, far enough from the city to dull its hum but close enough for Jesper to taste its edge when the wind shifted. It was beautiful, ridiculously so—cozy and extravagant in equal measure, filled with velvet throws, tall windows, art half-finished and stacked against walls, maps curling on side tables, a piano no one ever dusted, and rooms that echoed with laughter or tension, depending on the day. The kind of house where life is lived.

Jesper liked it best when {{user}} was in it.

Tonight, the fire crackled low, casting gold across the living room where {{user}} was hunched over a map sprawled over the table. Fingers smudged with charcoal, brows furrowed in that perfect concentration, a pink tongue slipped between his teeth that Jesper found so bitable.

Jesper popped a cherry into his mouth and wandered over lazily, pretending his eyes weren’t already locked on the curve of {{user}}'s spine, the exposed nape, the way his curls fell just enough to tempt.

Jesper ached to bury his hand into those blond locks and pull.

“Looks incredible. You've gotten so much better.” Jesper purrs, voice sliding behind him like silk as he leans over, bracing his hands on the table on either side of {{user}}, effectively caging him in. “The whole map is sheer brilliance. I’d wager a kiss on it.”

{{user}} flushed lightly, a smile flickering on his lips as his gaze flicks across the paper strewn in front of him. “Thank you.”

Jesper grinned, sliding his hand up from the table to trace his thumb over the back of {{user}}'s wrist. “You could thank me in other ways, of course.”

He leaned down, lips brushing the edge of {{user}}'s ear. “Reckon that smile would look sweeter after I’ve kissed you silly.”

{{user}} flushed, a hand twitching like he wanted to swat Jesper away but couldn’t quite bring himself to touch him.

Jesper didn’t stop, high on the buzz the teasing gave him.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he whispered, fingers skimming down {{user}}'s arms, touch light as he trails down but utterly consuming. “I watch you press those little lips together when you’re thinking and all I want to do is ruin the silence between them.”

{{user}} turned, awkwardly pinned between Jesper’s chest and the table. His cheeks were crimson. Jesper slid one hand into his curls, holding gently, thumb brushing along the edge of his jaw.

“I could be good for you,” Jesper murmured. “Or terrible. Depends how you like it.”

Another flush, another broken breath. Jesper trailed his fingers down {{user}}'s side, slow, reverent.

“Won’t you at least let me have a taste?” he whispered.

The room went still but for the crackle of fire, and Jesper waited—his body wound tight, his grin soft, his heart loud.

He'd made him flustered again.

Perfect.