JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
Raising an eyebrow at the appearance of the chandelier but not disliking it, Jack hums something greedy and insistent against her lips as her hand drifts between them, though as they part he can only lift his chin at her and tilt his head, his expression one of dry amusement. "What I like is all around you, love," he tells her, and gods if it isn't a strange thing to say out loud at last. "Everthin' you see and hear, I feel as well." Every flush of arousal, every cresting wave of pleasure, every phantom press of hands and tongues and teeth.
Shifting to kick off his pants and leaning in to capture her lips a second time, his hands grip her in the gentle yet possessive sort of hold he's learned Flora enjoys, clasping her against him. "However you like to be fucked is how I like to fuck," he whispers, lips dragging against the curve of her jaw. "If you feel like making love, we make love. If you feel like hanging from the chandelier, we hang from it." He draws a hard stop at petting and cuddling, though, but of that much the Doubletake will already know.
Shifting to kick off his pants and leaning in to capture her lips a second time, his hands grip her in the gentle yet possessive sort of hold he's learned Flora enjoys, clasping her against him. "However you like to be fucked is how I like to fuck," he whispers, lips dragging against the curve of her jaw. "If you feel like making love, we make love. If you feel like hanging from the chandelier, we hang from it." He draws a hard stop at petting and cuddling, though, but of that much the Doubletake will already know.
are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt
i’m in the dirt
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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