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Jesper can still remember the first day he met him. Big and burly, thick, hairy arms braced on the countertop as Jesper sheepishly asked him for tips on how to avoid splinters.
He was working on a cubby house for his niece at the time, though he bit off more than he could chew, knowing next to nothing about working with wood. So he stopped in at the local hardware store and met Klaus.
The man, even when they first met, was polite and kind, and he offered to stop by his place to help put it together.
By the time the two men finished the cubby house, Jesper is certain they’d had sex in every room of his apartment.
So, they met through that unlikely meeting, and currently they’ve been a couple for almost a year. And now that he and Klaus are staying at his cabin, he knows his schedule off by heart.
What he doesn’t know, however, is the specific details of Klaus’ new part time job for the holidays. Not until he walks downstairs to see his partner in a big red suit.
“What am I looking at?” Jesper asks, stunned and baffled at the sight of him in all of his holly jolly glory.
Klaus turns around, startled before embarrassment stains his cheeks cherry red. He frowns.
“It’s good money. It’ll help us pay for the renovations.” He explains, eyes downcast as he adjusts his coat.
But Jesper doesn’t find it funny, doesn’t consider the costume tacky on him. Instead, something coils deep in his gut, something unexpected.
“What time do you start and finish?” He asks, voice an octave too high.
“Fifteen minutes and I finish at seven. Are you alright?” Klaus questions, giving his lover a concerned glance.
“I’m fine. Just… keep the costume on when you get home, ok?” He asks before he gestures to him with his hands.
Familiar with their routine by this point, Klaus leans down, watching Jesper push up on his tippy toes to give him his goodbye kiss.
“Don’t forget to eat something.” He mutters, fixing the stray white hairs of his beard before he settles back down on his feet.
“I won’t. Don’t forget to feed the dogs.” He reminds his lover, placing a beanie on his head, reaching for the door before he turns back around. “I love you.”
Jesper melts the way he always seems to. Maybe it’s especially evident this one day, seeing his lover in oddly sexy attire, but he hums regardless.
“I love you, too.” He waves him goodbye, watching Klaus leave with a wistful smile.
He walks up to the front windows, watching him walk to the truck and slowly drive down the street. The moment he is out of view, Jesper knows he has to get ready.
He rushes to the kitchen, grabbing the dog food and filling up the bowls, slow feeders, before he has the chance to forget. Their three dogs rush to him at the smell of food, and he keeps an eye on them until they’re finished feeding.
Once his first chore is complete, he heads upstairs for a hot shower. With the constant whistling of cold winter air outside, watching the snow, it’s his favourite part of the day.
He steps into their bedroom and sets out clean clothes for once he’s bathed, placing them on the edge of the bed before he sets out his vibrator and dildo beside them. He pauses before he grabs the lube as well, setting it out for later.
Excited, he rushes into the bathroom to undress, taking a moment to look at his naked body in the mirror. He sighs at the stubble on his jaw, deciding he should shave before he forgets.
Klaus is a wonderful lover, especially in bed, and he hasn’t made a single negative comment on an inch of Jesper’s skin. Aside from his facial hair the one time he let it grow out, which he did agree didn’t suit his face.
So, once his face is smooth, save for a nick or two from his poor handling of a razor, he jumps into the hot shower. The moment he steps under the steaming water, he moans in relief.
He tips his head back, wetting his hair before he grabs the shampoo and decides to pamper himself a little. As he works a lather into his scalp, he stares down at himself.
It’s difficult for him not to admire his body at this point. His surgery scars have healed nicely, and every piece of blond hair on his skin makes him euphoric.
He tips his head back again, washing the soap out of his hair before he slides his hands down his own body. He pauses to grab his “special occasion” soap, lathering it between his hands before he washes himself.
The soapy suds cling to his body, making him pause to rub at and tease his less sensitive nipples. It’s still pleasant despite how dull the sensations are.
He sighs, leaning down to wash his thighs and legs, and once he’s satisfied, he turns off the taps. He grabs his towel, drying out his hair and heading towards the bedroom again.
He spreads out his towel onto the bed, laying on top of it and grabbing his vibrator. It’s been a while since he’s had the time to get off by himself, so he savours this.
Jesper spreads his legs apart, feeling the slight wetness between his legs, and drags his vibrator down over his folds. It’s not turned on just yet, but he grinds against the toy all the same.
Once he’s desperate enough, he turns it on the lowest setting, pressing it to his swollen cocklet and moaning in relief. He adjusts his grip on the toy, applying a little more pressure until it’s perfect.
His legs twitch, his hips grinding up on impulse, seeking out more of that buzzing pleasure, so he turns it up another setting. He curses under his breath, staring down between his legs at his groin.
He gasps, trailing off into a whine as the vibrator buzzes directly into his cocklet, forcing him to clench down around nothing, slick dripping onto his towel. He’s so close, he can feel it.
He turns up the vibrator one more setting, needing just a little more to be pushed over the edge. The moment the vibrations increase, his legs start to shake.
Jesper’s thighs lock together, forcing the vibrator to buzz against his cocklet, pushing him through his orgasm as he moans.
His toes curl as he starts to get overstimulated, quickly turning the vibrations down to the lowest setting again as he sighs.
Gently, he holds the vibrator in his left hand, using his right to dip his fingers between his folds, carefully working his middle finger inside. He moans softly at his own wetness, clenching around his finger.
He presses the vibrator to his oversensitive cocklet as he slides a second finger into his front hole. He gasps as he starts to thrust them in and out, loving the wet noises that follow.
He curls his fingers inside of himself, turning up the vibrations as he shudders. It’s intoxicatingly good. He hasn’t been here for more than thirty minutes, but it feels like he could do this forever.
Jesper’s back arches on impulse, gasping as the new angle lets his third finger slide into his hole with ease. He moans softly, humping his hand and the vibrator desperately.
He curls his fingers up, searching inside of himself until he finally feels a bundle of nerves. He rubs against the sweet spot, writhing onto the bed as his hips buck up.
Gasping, Jesper reaches orgasm. He spreads his legs, squirting onto the towel as he feels himself clench around his fingers, quickly turning off the vibrator and moaning in relief.
He gently thrusts his fingers in and out of his wet hole, grabbing the dildo beside him and uncapping the bottle of lube. He pours the liquid onto the shaft, coating it well.
Carefully he slips his fingers out of his front hole, quickly replacing them with the dildo and cursing as it easily sinks into him. He sits upright, moaning as the last inch settles inside of him.
Every time he and Klaus have sex, he has to go through this routine. Orgasm to get loose, finger himself, stuff a toy inside of him first, and then Klaus.
It’s such an exhausting process some days, so more often than not he and Klaus either try anal or simple frotting to keep them both comfortable.
But today is a special occasion, he reminds himself as he slips on his boxers, the dildo still deep inside of him. Today he gets to sit on Santa’s lap and tell him exactly what he wants for Christmas.
Klaus drags his fingers through his own beard as he steps out of the truck, exhausted but pleased knowing that his pay will be added to his account within the coming days.
He smiles warmly at the thought of Jesper inside the cabin, excited to see him after such a long day. He’s almost as excited to see the dogs, but he knows he won’t be once they start licking at his hands the moment he enters the house.
He searches in his coat for his keys, shivering at the cold metal in his hands as he unlocks the front door. He quickly slips inside, sighing in relief at the warmer temperature.
Almost immediately, his good mood is doubled, Jesper’s smaller frame pressed against his. He chuckles in surprise, leaning down to kiss the top of his head.
He lets out an involuntary hum, pleased by the sweet smell of strawberries in Jesper’s hair. He must’ve showered when he was gone. He can’t imagine how gorgeous he must’ve looked bathing.
“I missed you.” Jesper mutters, pressing his lips along his jaw, kissing his beard fondly.
The tone of his voice is enough to have Klaus excited. It’s sweet and sultry, the way Jesper only sounds when they’re about to have sex.
He definitely needs something to keep his mind off of the aches in his back from work, and who better to distract him than his beloved?
“I missed you, too.” He replies, deep and gravelly in the way he knows Jesper likes.
“Daddy…” Jesper says breathlessly, holding onto his shoulders and pulling him down to meet his height. “I did something naughty.”
Klaus’ mouth pops open in surprise. The word isn’t unfamiliar to them, but it’s often used in a teasing sense, to fluster him. This is unusually seductive for their often mundane love life.
“What did you do?” He asks, unsure what else he can really say.
Jesper bites his bottom lip, his eyes glazed over in a way that they only look once Klaus has given him a few orgasms. And, goodness, he can’t stop thinking about Jesper cumming now.
“I touched myself.” He whispers.
Good lord.
He can feel all of the blood in his body rushing soul, filling up his admittedly comfortable red slacks embarrassingly quickly.
“Can you just take me to bed now? I can’t wait any longer.” He outright begs with no prompting, his brows pinched together like he’s a kicked puppy.
Klaus groans, carefully and effortlessly lifting his lover into his arms. It’s not unusual for him to carry the blond to bed, and he needs them both in bed immediately.
“How did you touch yourself?” He asks, muttering against Jesper’s lips before he kisses him.
“The… the vibrator. And the other toy.” He admits sheepishly once they part.
He carries him up the steps, unable to contain his excitement as he brings his lover into the bedroom and locks the door behind them.
Once they’re inside, he places Jesper on his shaky feet instead of on the bed like this usually ends.
“Show me.” He says softly, though he doesn’t ask.
Jesper whines, quickly peeling off his sweatshirt and pants, slowly sliding his boxers down his legs until he’s completely bare.
Shamelessly, he lays back on the bed, spreading his legs apart and exposing the bright pink base of the dildo nestled inside of him.
Klaus hastily unzips his pants, not even bothering to take them off all the way before he’s grabbing the lube and slicking up his length.
Jesper moans at the sight of him, arching his back as Klaus settles between his legs. He whines when the thick toy is pulled out of him, but trails off into a moan as Klaus pushes inside.
“Yes! Yes!” He bites his lip, feeling every perfectly thick inch of his lover pressing inside of him. “I needed this so badly, ‘needed your cock.”
Klaus curses under his breath, careful as he holds onto Jesper’s waist, thrusting into him slowly at first. He doesn’t want to bruise his lover’s soft, sensitive insides.
“I know what I want for Christmas.” He breathes out, his legs locking around the older man’s hips.
Above him, Klaus snickers. He keeps his thrusts slow, deep and even. Gently, he pushes some of his lover’s blond hair out of his eyes.
“What do you want for Christmas, sweetheart?” He questions.
“A baby.”
Both of them pause. They’ve spoken about this in passing, they’ve stopped using condoms and Jesper has stopped taking birth control this past month, but Klaus still pulls out.
They’ve never had a full conversation about having children, but he knows they both want them eventually. He just wasn’t sure Jesper was ready until now.
“Are you sure?” He asks softly, cautiously, not wanting to get his hopes up too early.
Jesper smiles softly beneath him, nodding as tears prick the corners of his eyes. He drags him down for a kiss, and Klaus follows.
As they kiss, passionate and loving, Klaus resumes his thrusting. He aims his thrusts a little deeper, happy to now that he knows he won’t be pulling out for the first time.
“I want a baby. I want your babies.” Jesper whispers as they part, grinning. “Please… faster.”
Klaus groans, obeying immediately as he starts to slam his hips into Jesper’s, staring down as Jesper’s belly bulges from his sheer girth. It’s hard not to look every time.
“Fuck! Knock me up!” He chants, his nails digging into his velvet red suit. “Fuck me… fuck a baby into me!”
He grits his teeth, grabbing the backs of Jesper’s thighs and lifting his legs up, forcing his cock an inch deeper inside of him with the new position.
He can’t stop picturing it, Jesper’s soft belly filling out, carrying their baby inside of it. He’s wanted this for so long, for so many years, and now it’s finally attainable.
“I went- ah! I went to the doctors a few weeks ago!” Jesper shouts beneath him. “I’m fertile. Please!”
Klaus can’t stop himself any longer. He pistons into Jesper’s sex like a wild animal, tears welling in his eyes as the bed creaks beneath them, the headboard slamming against the wall.
“Klaus!” Jesper gasps, reaching down to rub himself through his sudden orgasm, biting his lip as he squirts again.
Above him, the older man is helpless to follow. He thrusts once, twice more before he keeps their hips flush together. He moans as he empties himself inside his lover, hoping desperately that he’s deep enough for it to take.
Jesper beneath him catches his breath, panting as he looks up at him, dazed. His insides continue to pulse, milking Klaus dry until he starts to go soft.
“I’m gonna get so knocked up.” He mutters, tired and satisfied.
Klaus leans down to press a soft kiss to his lips, carefully pulling out of Jesper’s creamy hole. He moans softly at the sight of it, leaning down to kiss his hip in approval.
“Let’s have a shower together, hm?” He suggests, already undressing.
Jesper nods, a dazed smile on his face as he watches his lover undress. He hums once he’s scooped up in his big arms, a hand on his sex to limit any leakage.
“More rounds tomorrow?” He asks softly, listening to the running water of the shower as Klaus holds him close.
“We’ll do this as many times as it takes until you’re pregnant.” He affirms, pressing a soft kiss to Jesper’s temple.