[ These buttoned-up types, he's learned since his arrival here, are better fucks than you'd think. It's the desperation, maybe, that makes their moans sound so sweet, makes them so willing to indulge in the needs they'd kept buried for so long. Irving might be an extreme case, but he fits the profile as Jack's seen it. He just has to be up to the challenge of coaxing it out.
The hands and teeth digging into him pull a satisfied hiss out of Jack, who raises to the challenge of making eye contact each and every time. He avoided it with Charles, the first couple times, before jealousies inexplicable by any other means forced some level of emotion out into the open, but it's different here. Irving has no power over him, so it becomes an assertion of his own status as the one in charge here.
He's a sucker for a pretty pair of blue eyes, though. Looking at him like they need him. So innocent, and yet glazed over in bliss. Fuck. He's closer than he thought he was. ]
Come on, John. I know you're gonna feel so fucking good coming on my cock, in my hand. Be good for me. You're almost there.
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The hands and teeth digging into him pull a satisfied hiss out of Jack, who raises to the challenge of making eye contact each and every time. He avoided it with Charles, the first couple times, before jealousies inexplicable by any other means forced some level of emotion out into the open, but it's different here. Irving has no power over him, so it becomes an assertion of his own status as the one in charge here.
He's a sucker for a pretty pair of blue eyes, though. Looking at him like they need him. So innocent, and yet glazed over in bliss. Fuck. He's closer than he thought he was. ]
Come on, John. I know you're gonna feel so fucking good coming on my cock, in my hand. Be good for me. You're almost there.