[ He knows what he means. Jack himself refrains from that kind of tenderness if he believes deeper feelings are a danger he'll need to watch out for, just ask Charles Vane. Actually, best not to get anywhere near the subject, if any of Jack's relations, new or old, is going to use him as an excuse to shred the meat from this man's bones, it ought to be Anne.
It's just that he isn't usually worried about it. He's only got so much devotion he can give, and John Irving isn't getting a lick of it. He's a tool to advance this harebrained ship scheme, a puzzle to tinker with to pass the time, an instrument for petty revenge and power plays. There's no danger in feigning intimacy with him, but Irving doesn't want it, so he won't. He's not a monster.
He's simply enjoying the tease of it, faces too close when he frees Irving's cock from his pants and fists his hand around it, stroking it the way he would have earlier after he'd sucked him off, if Jack had a little more decency. ]
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It's just that he isn't usually worried about it. He's only got so much devotion he can give, and John Irving isn't getting a lick of it. He's a tool to advance this harebrained ship scheme, a puzzle to tinker with to pass the time, an instrument for petty revenge and power plays. There's no danger in feigning intimacy with him, but Irving doesn't want it, so he won't. He's not a monster.
He's simply enjoying the tease of it, faces too close when he frees Irving's cock from his pants and fists his hand around it, stroking it the way he would have earlier after he'd sucked him off, if Jack had a little more decency. ]