[ Panting steadily, breaths coming at a slightly more rapid pitch the more overwhelmed Irving begins to feel, there's a moment -- brief and somewhat hazy, but still a moment nonetheless -- where he second-guesses what he's agreed to, considers that anything else they could do together would still be more forgivable than this, but then the doubt quickly dissipates like sun shining through a cloud, leaving him only with the warm headiness of over-stimulation. Nearly intoxicating, the way good, strong rum can be; calming him, energizing him. Exciting him, even.
Heart pounding loudly, Irving presses a palm over his face when Jack slaps his ass, fighting to bite back a moan-- to bury it, at least, so that it can't be heard. His body hasn't quite yet made up its mind whether it wants to tense or melt beneath each touch that follows, but he draws his trembling legs further apart in an effort to ease the process, hips rocking against Jack's fingers with all the pent-up neediness of someone desperately (perhaps even slightly pathetically) touch-starved.
Then, nodding, as if it's a given: ]
Whatever you do, [ He pants again, swallows. Keeps his head down. ] Take pains not to break through the skin, if you can.
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Heart pounding loudly, Irving presses a palm over his face when Jack slaps his ass, fighting to bite back a moan-- to bury it, at least, so that it can't be heard. His body hasn't quite yet made up its mind whether it wants to tense or melt beneath each touch that follows, but he draws his trembling legs further apart in an effort to ease the process, hips rocking against Jack's fingers with all the pent-up neediness of someone desperately (perhaps even slightly pathetically) touch-starved.
Then, nodding, as if it's a given: ]
Whatever you do, [ He pants again, swallows. Keeps his head down. ] Take pains not to break through the skin, if you can.