[ A little humiliation is good for you, Irving. It's nothing, at least compared to what this place will cook up all on its own, without Jack to cushion it with what passes as a shred of decency, for him. He's playing nicer than he intended to, because it's turning him on more than he thought it would, all the pathetic, needy gasping and groaning. Even if he can't see his face, he can see the arch in his back, the sweat on his brow, the way his hips follow his fingers when he takes them out, hungry for him.
He's squeezing more lube out and slathering it on his cock as he gets Irving to speak, either satisfied with his request or just too impatient to give a damn, who knows? It's a victory to get it out of him, because painful or not, he's said it. Even if Jack's ears are the only ones around to hear it, he can't take it back now. ]
I think you already know. I think next time, you'll be begging.
[ He gives Irving's ass another slap, harsher this time, and wet from the leftover lube on his hand, before he lines himself up, and slowly pushes in. He hisses, still for a moment as he gets used to the tight heat, gripping Irving's thigh to keep him still. ]
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He's squeezing more lube out and slathering it on his cock as he gets Irving to speak, either satisfied with his request or just too impatient to give a damn, who knows? It's a victory to get it out of him, because painful or not, he's said it. Even if Jack's ears are the only ones around to hear it, he can't take it back now. ]
I think you already know. I think next time, you'll be begging.
[ He gives Irving's ass another slap, harsher this time, and wet from the leftover lube on his hand, before he lines himself up, and slowly pushes in. He hisses, still for a moment as he gets used to the tight heat, gripping Irving's thigh to keep him still. ]