JACK
It's a good thing Flora is a fan of whatever static dances from his fingertips, because to say that she's driven him to distraction is an understatement, and Jack's control over that particular strand of magic is tenuous at best. And so it's with another flicker of electricity and the exact words he wants to hear spilling from her lips that he shifts just enough to let her hand snake between them. The white-holt bolt of pleasure from her fingers paired with the unsustainable pace of his hips has him close already, and he holds out only because he can sense the taut, fire bright line of her climax about to snap at any moment.
And when it does, it drags Jack along with it with enough force to have him staggering against Flora, his hand reaching up out of instinct to grip one of the supports of the swing to keep him upright. Buried as deeply inside her as he can go, he cums through gritted teeth locking the sound of her name and whatever other declarations he might have made behind them. It feels as though he's been holding his breath for the longest time when he finally lets it go, panting hard into the crook of her neck, knuckles white around the leather support.
Feeling as though Flora has managed to burn through the edges of his telepathy, leaving the magic raw and numb and oversensitive all at once, it's about all Jack can do to hold onto her and try to catch his breath. "I've never felt like that before," he mumbles, the admission hoarse and muffled against her skin.
And when it does, it drags Jack along with it with enough force to have him staggering against Flora, his hand reaching up out of instinct to grip one of the supports of the swing to keep him upright. Buried as deeply inside her as he can go, he cums through gritted teeth locking the sound of her name and whatever other declarations he might have made behind them. It feels as though he's been holding his breath for the longest time when he finally lets it go, panting hard into the crook of her neck, knuckles white around the leather support.
Feeling as though Flora has managed to burn through the edges of his telepathy, leaving the magic raw and numb and oversensitive all at once, it's about all Jack can do to hold onto her and try to catch his breath. "I've never felt like that before," he mumbles, the admission hoarse and muffled against her skin.
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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