[ Any answer found in Jack's eyes likely isn't one that he'll want to hear. His eyes are dark and overtaken with lust, they'll only say one thing - just give in. Give in to temptation, to desire, to whatever sin happens to feel good, because no matter how strongly he believes otherwise, there are no guarantees besides the thing that's right in front of you.

And what's in front of him is Jack, fucking up into him and tugging him against his chest, groaning his approval into his neck, where he's leaving rough, biting kisses, getting a good taste of him in case Irving comes to his senses tomorrow and doesn't call him.

Yeah, right. ]

Wouldn't dream of it. [ He growls into Irving's ear, tugging at his earlobe with his teeth. ] You were born to take my cock. You fucking love it.

[ With a hard thrust up, he reaches between them to stroke Irving's cock, easily matching the pace of their hips, the way he's bobbing up and down. ]

Admit it.