the corner I haunt

JACK

They would see, evidently. Feeling Flora's mischief and arousal as a silvery thread slicing through the molten crimson of her thoughts, Jack contents himself with watching the Doubletake as she pushes him back into the bed, the way her dress barely skims across her thighs, the press of her nipples through the thin fabric of it as she settles herself astride him. "Bold of you to assume I'm goin' anywhere," he remarks, glancing up at the knots she uses to tie him to his bedposts, leaving the captain able to do little more than peer up at her through blue eyes made dark with arousal.

Arching his back and hips to assist with the removal of the rest of his clothes - he finds it helpful to be polite to the person tying you down, in his experience - and with his shirt discarded somewhere in his journey across the room, soon enough (if one doesn't count the pants shoved around his ankles) the captain is left wearing only his scars and the ink of his tattoos. Hissing in a soft breath to find Flora so tantalisingly again him, he raises an eyebrow up at her, cock twitching between her thighs.

"It feels a little superfluous to say it," he teases - his erection is a very clear indicator of what he wants, after all - but this is Flora, and so Jack reconsiders. "I want you," he whispers, almost under his breath. "All of you. Right now."

romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic
and recommended

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!