[ It barely even occurs to Irving to be more appreciative for how truly patient Jack has been so far throughout this experience (never mind that Jack also propositioned it, but even so), at the very least humoring Irving's very slow but steadily corroding restraint-- because that's been his biggest hurdle here, really, not that he couldn't figure out what to do if he wanted or needed to, but how resistant his own instincts have been about finally succumbing. ]

You-- yes. [ His eyes land on the lube, more curious than alarmed, although he can guess as to what it's meant for. He swallows, voice soft, but steady: ] Firmness should be rather preferable here, I think. It seems only... appropriate, so that I will be sure to remember this encounter with utmost clarity.

[ Maybe not for the reasons any normal person should want to, but hey, he's a freak, so... anyway...

Heart beating with dizzying force in his chest now, Irving scrambles to tug his underwear the rest of the way off and past his ankles, tossing it aside and then turning over before he can overthink things any further, having already barely given much thought -- deliberately, mind -- to the specific whats they'd be engaging in as it is. He leans his weight on his knees, breathing in and out slow, heavy breaths. ]

And-- warn me first, please, Rackham. If you plan on leaving behind any marks.