fuck around and find out

JACK

Feeling the prick of her fingernails against the back of his thigh and the way his hips begin to move of their own accord despite her obvious encouragement, Jack really does try his best not to crack or shatter or burn the cuffs around his wrists. But his magic is already trying to do it for him, such that the tell-tale creak of leather might alert Flora to his dwindling self control above anything he might have said or sworn or promised in the moment.

"Fuck, you're too much--" he groans, head tipping back as if it might help him focus if he isn't staring right down at her, his mind fighting a losing battle against the fever heat of her thoughts and the way he wants to take her until it's more than just his name being written against her clit. "Don't stop--" Don't stop thinking about him, don't stop touching herself, don't stop sucking his cock or clutching at his skin or wanting him.

All of a sudden whatever challenge Flora has planned for them is secondary to the mounting ecstasy clawing its way through the Doubletake and vibrating up the length of Jack's spine, and if asked, he'd never be able to say who would win.

you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!