[ Oh, he looks stupid. That isn't a turn-off. It's a thrill, that someone like Irving, who has dedicated so much time and energy to maintaining a delusion about himself that would preclude this or any activity resembling it, would drop it all because of him. It doesn't matter to Jack whether it's an irresistible attraction that's done it, or something he's seen in him that's unlocked it in him, or the navyman has just been itching with temptation that got put on him because he was there - he likes having a front row seat to the corruption of John Irving in real time. It's a fun power trip, but it turns him on, too, knowing he'd do just about anything he asked of him.
Jack settles in to let Irving climb on top of him, quickly squirting some of the lube on his cock to make this go smoother. Irving guides him in, and he legs out a shaky breath, swearing with the restrictive heat of him, the slow, torturous descent. ]
Fucking hell...
[ He grabs his ass with both hands, fingers gripping roughly into pale flesh, not forcing him down onto his cock, but making the motion smoother, eyes on Irving's face as he sinks down. Jack's just the opposite, he wouldn't dare look away. ]
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Jack settles in to let Irving climb on top of him, quickly squirting some of the lube on his cock to make this go smoother. Irving guides him in, and he legs out a shaky breath, swearing with the restrictive heat of him, the slow, torturous descent. ]
Fucking hell...
[ He grabs his ass with both hands, fingers gripping roughly into pale flesh, not forcing him down onto his cock, but making the motion smoother, eyes on Irving's face as he sinks down. Jack's just the opposite, he wouldn't dare look away. ]