[ For now, for now, Irving has released that tight grip on denial just a fraction, unable to keep his mind clear or his thoughts coherent enough to summon up his shame as it is, at least not at the moment-- there will no doubt be plenty of time for him to tangle himself back into knots about this later, and at any rate, if God can see him right now, Irving won't be any more or less forgiven whether they stop now or if they finish, so there's no good argument anyway not to see things the rest of the way through.
And though what Jack offers him is certainly not a compliment, despite himself, Irving still feels some vague, indiscernible gratification for hearing it. His gaze travels again in appreciative, raking sweeps over the planes and sharp edges of Jack's body, for his own lack of being able to return the sentiment in words, too afraid of what he might say if he tried.
He yelps loudly, tensing briefly but then relaxing when Jack's mouth lands against his neck and grazes it with teeth rather than kisses, leaning into and savoring the sting of it much like how he continues rocking his hips clumsily into each harsh, aggressive thrust so that their hips collide, rather than move in a more rhythmic synchronicity.
Groaning softly, panting with the overwhelming and heady dizziness of his impending climax, Irving shakes his head dazedly, turning his glazed and unfocused eyes toward Jack's. ]
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And though what Jack offers him is certainly not a compliment, despite himself, Irving still feels some vague, indiscernible gratification for hearing it. His gaze travels again in appreciative, raking sweeps over the planes and sharp edges of Jack's body, for his own lack of being able to return the sentiment in words, too afraid of what he might say if he tried.
He yelps loudly, tensing briefly but then relaxing when Jack's mouth lands against his neck and grazes it with teeth rather than kisses, leaning into and savoring the sting of it much like how he continues rocking his hips clumsily into each harsh, aggressive thrust so that their hips collide, rather than move in a more rhythmic synchronicity.
Groaning softly, panting with the overwhelming and heady dizziness of his impending climax, Irving shakes his head dazedly, turning his glazed and unfocused eyes toward Jack's. ]
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