i look fly, i look good

JACK

Swamped by thought and feeling, as her hand closes around his cock it succeeds in catching Jack by surprise, a hot breath huffing out of him against the side of her neck, his hips rocking into the contact instinctively. It's almost enough to still the work of his own hand, the Captain biting down on a moan that ends up tapering off into a quiet laugh. "My mouth was busy," he points out, before his fingers beckon her once again and he feels her grip tighten, filling his body with fire.

This time he isn't able to stifle the mix of pleasure and impatience that rumbles from his throat, Jack drawing his hand away at last to abruptly sit back from her - not for long though, of that he'll make sure. There's colour in his cheeks now, the rise and fall of his chest a little faster, and as he frees himself properly from the confines of his pants there's absolutely no denying the effect she's had on him, probably from the moment he laid eyes on her if he has to put a timestamp on it.

"If it hurts," he says, which he can't deny, it likely will, "it won't be for long." That he can promise, the Captain regarding her with eyes made dark with want before he descends upon her again, blanketing her with his body. His kisses are softer now against her lips, chasing every sensation, whilst his hands encourage her legs to hook around his waist until the head of his cock presses insistently against her, begging to have and to take.

Still Jack moves slow, attuned to her body as if aware that he's holding something delicate, and though a breath shivers out of him as he enters her, inch by inch, he's as steady here as he would be sailing them into a maelstrom.

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