JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
Raising his eyebrows as if to say see? as the world around them bleeds into something deep and red and hazy in response to Flora's arousal, Jack spends a moment claiming the soft space beneath her ear with his lips, before she's drawing back and asking questions and it's with a quiet sort of frustration that he pulls his thoughts into enough of an order to answer her. "Pain hurts," he points out a little obviously. "I block out other people's all the time. So unless you're into it, why would I be?" Everyone's got a kink, as they say, and Jack's just happens to be whatever yours is at the time.
Besides, as a self-professed bastard in every area of his life, why would Jack deny himself anything, especially pleasure? Glancing over her shoulder at the chaise as it seems to have grown to accomodate some very interesting acrobatics, he clutches her close again as if being apart from her for even a moment longer is the real cause of pain here. (Which, of course, is what he suspects is exactly what she wants). "If I say I'll answer your questions after, will you let me fuck you now?" he wonders.
Besides, as a self-professed bastard in every area of his life, why would Jack deny himself anything, especially pleasure? Glancing over her shoulder at the chaise as it seems to have grown to accomodate some very interesting acrobatics, he clutches her close again as if being apart from her for even a moment longer is the real cause of pain here. (Which, of course, is what he suspects is exactly what she wants). "If I say I'll answer your questions after, will you let me fuck you now?" he wonders.
are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt
i’m in the dirt
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