this ain't for the best

JACK

The range of Jack’s magic certainly doesn’t cover his entire ship, but it absolutely reaches far enough to snag a few of the sluggish or lascivious thoughts that Flora’s cries provoke. With a wolfish smile that lasts only long enough to see her over the edge of her orgasm, the captain is dragged as if through a riptide into the near-violent pull of her ecstasy. He doesn’t hear his own moan of pleasure, though gritted teeth as it might be, but Flora might.

Thrusting hard into her and finding himself breathless and utterly owned by her thoughts and feelings in that moment, Jack cums and the world slides into nothing but the feel of her fingers in his hair and her heel against his shoulders. He rides the waves of his pleasure like a man finding water in a drought, curled over her and seeking out her lips even as the movement necessarily forces Flora into the sort of acrobatics that only has his cock driving deeper into her still.

It isn’t love, even if it might be love-adjacent, and in those few moments where their combined pleasure renders the whole world silent but for Flora, Jack might understand perhaps an element of how it’s meant to feel.

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

Code stolen from Queen Sky