all islands in a common sea

JACK

Tilting his head automatically into the grip that plunges and tangles in his hair, Jack's laughter is soft and dark, his breath ghosting along Flora's throat, only for his breath to hitch with those sparks of pleasure that erupt with her fingers against her clit. Not enough, not by any margin, but the thrust of his hips grows a little harder, a little more reckless, as if in reward for it. "Anythin' for you, love," he purrs in response to her demands, his mind dancing with the flames she paints across his magic.

His grip tightens on her then, fingers gripping against her collarbones and her neck, palm pressed against her lower belly, and a rush of cool air tickles across her skin, between her thighs and against her breasts. Jack wraps himself in Flora's mind as well as her body, following the way her thoughts drift and move with every slam of his hips and nip of his teeth, mercilessly steering her back to him whenever it seems as if she's getting distracted.

Whether that's via a soft kiss or a spark of lightning is entirely dependent on Flora, but Jack is clearly not adverse to any method of keeping her focus exactly where it ought to be.

you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me

Code stolen from Queen Sky