full speed ahead 'til I'm dead in the fast lane
Well, even mentally vanilla thoughts are enough to pleasure the good captain, as long as they're enough to also keep the fire kindled between Flora's legs. Vanilla isn't his usual flavour, granted, but given the company Jack keeps, that isn't all too surprising, and fuck, maybe a change of pace will be nice. His moans, too, start off as purely theatrical (the irony of these two idiots), until he feels a subtle shift from imagined pleasure to real, and his telepathy greedily does the rest.
Fingers twist through her hair, and he doesn't force her head down - yet - only because fuck knows if she likes it, and they're just getting started for it to go tits up. "Fuck, Flora," he croons as the actions of her mouth and hands begin to find their rhythm. "Like that, don't you fuckin' stop. Not unless you want me to fuck you--"
Fingers twist through her hair, and he doesn't force her head down - yet - only because fuck knows if she likes it, and they're just getting started for it to go tits up. "Fuck, Flora," he croons as the actions of her mouth and hands begin to find their rhythm. "Like that, don't you fuckin' stop. Not unless you want me to fuck you--"
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