[ Panting hard, ragged breaths by now, Irving shudders as he's yanked up and pulled close, his hips squirming and bucking back against Jack's cock with the mindless, wanton need for more. His voice breaks a little on his next groan, a stubborn whimper huffing out of him as he resists briefly against the hand that tries to guide his head to turn-- and then of course his head does turn, because there's not much fight left Irving can really put up at this point.
His hair hangs over his forehead in ruffled, sweaty clumps, face flushed and eyes wet, as unfocused as if he were delirious with fever. Breath shaking, Irving's jaw tenses and his teeth grit, gaze burning briefly with something almost like resentment for being made to look Jack in the eye during the height of this spectacle of shame.
Then, shifting his eyes away, he bites his lower lip, wets both the lower and the upper with his tongue, before finally letting them part hesitantly for Jack's fingers even without knowing what Jack intends to further do with them. He whimpers and groans around them, coughs slightly, drool leaking down his chin and eyes questioning, wide, before they clamp shut against the intensity of Jack's stare. ]
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His hair hangs over his forehead in ruffled, sweaty clumps, face flushed and eyes wet, as unfocused as if he were delirious with fever. Breath shaking, Irving's jaw tenses and his teeth grit, gaze burning briefly with something almost like resentment for being made to look Jack in the eye during the height of this spectacle of shame.
Then, shifting his eyes away, he bites his lower lip, wets both the lower and the upper with his tongue, before finally letting them part hesitantly for Jack's fingers even without knowing what Jack intends to further do with them. He whimpers and groans around them, coughs slightly, drool leaking down his chin and eyes questioning, wide, before they clamp shut against the intensity of Jack's stare. ]