[ Expecting to be able to pull any good filth out of him would be a little too ambitious, even for Jack. He knows he isn't going to demand that he bend him over the table and fuck him right there. Maybe someday. It's rather entertaining, all this, chipping away at the man's defenses, bit by toilsome bit. ]

Well, I know that.

[ Irving recoils, and Jack leans in, voice both clear and soft like the clink of his glass. He's alight though, the same thrilled, predatory gaze as last time, but more willing to play with his prey than to eat it. It's a thrill, knowing damn well Irving wouldn't have said so aloud as recently as the last time, that he's so easily corrupted. ]

Last time, you had me do whatever I wanted. You loved it, clearly, but what do you want? I could fuck you slow and steady, if you want, until you beg for more.  Or...gagged, so you won't be able to? [ No, not that. Jack likes to hear it. He licks his lower lip deliberately, fully aware of how deviously lewd it might look, if anyone were peeking at them. ] I could work your needy little hole open with my hands, my tongue, could try a toy. Or make you ride my cock, really work for it.

[ He reaches out to grab Irving's wrist, tighter than the idle exploration just a minute before. Doesn't quite trust him not to bolt and make him raise his voice. ]

Since you're asking, I mean. You must have some idea what you actually want.