this ain't for the best

JACK

”You always do, love,” Jack assures her with a crooked smile that has no chance of meeting his eyes given how his mind continues to swim in a wine dark sea of Flora’s making. And it’s true; despite some interesting bumps in the road that their trysts have occasionally taken (looking at you, bawling-your-eyes-out-in-your-apartment Flora), they always end up having a good time in the end. 

Snagging an arm around her lower back as she lurches up to seal his lips with another kiss, Jack is as helpful as he can be in tugging down his pants, though he hopes the Doubletake will forgive him if he’s a little distracted. Stirring up a warm breeze with his magic that strokes and shivers across Flora’s bare skin, it only drops a fraction as her fingers pulse and stroke around the length of his cock, the captain drawing back with a soft inhale that belies the fraying threads of his patience.

Famously not a particularly fair man, Jack is nonetheless not about to argue with Flora, and he tilts his head right back at her as he leans forward a fraction - enough to kiss her neck and to roll his hips into her hand; enough to press the head of his cock against her slick heat, teasing at more.

sometimes we put our hearts in the wrong places
(what the fuck is it doing between your teeth?)

Code stolen from Queen Sky