I dreamed about it in the dark

JACK

It's far too clumsy a point to say that Jack has never fucked or been fucked like this. This goes so far beyond mere sex that he doesn't believe a word has been invented yet for what it is; he feels Safrin burn deliciously through him as if she might fill each and every space in his body, despite the way he bucks into her hard and deep and without care for physics or limitations. Endless space tilts and whirls around them, stars erupting in the wake of the goddess's mounting pleasure, and he barely notices as he finds himself beneath the rise and fall of her hips.

His hands roam greedily across her body, pulling her down onto his cock even as her hips roll and she moves against him, offering him a view that will be forever etched in his memory. You're so perfect, he says, his voice unable to utter the words as pleasure crackles through the base of his spine and his muscles scream for release, but gods, he can sense it too, that quietly rumbling climax that looms ever closer.

Hungry for it, for her, for all she might offer, Jack throws himself heedlessly into any sensation she might brand upon him, and though he doesn't know where they are, exactly, his magic leeches out of him all the same. Fractals of ice and lashes of crackling electricity empty into the space, though it's swallowed into nothing against the black hole of Safrin's desire.

we've gone way too fast for way too long
and we were never supposed to make it half this far

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!