prodigal sons

JACK

His name from her lips isn't something he's been able to enjoy since before she possessed a voice with which to scream it, and suffice to say Jack is of the opinion that they've got plenty of time to make up for in that respect. The beach, the boards and the heat rolling off the sand all blurs into something unimportant compared to the feel of her, The Ark's thoughts combusting into brief satisfaction chased by a still smouldering hunger, and he can do nothing more than chase the feeling as far as it will stretch.

"I am," he mutters, the humour in his words only barely there, his mind almost fully consumed by the siren beneath his hands. She arches back beautifully against him, his fingers thoroughly tangled in her crimson locks, and whilst she grips for purchase against the serving hatch Jack is quick to bully his free hand between her thighs, taking over where she left off to tease her to new heights.

Every thrust is deep and hard enough to send pain nipping on the heels of pleasure, the few items on the walls of the booth knocking dangerously close to loose with every snap of his hips, and suddenly this feels as much about laying claim to Torchline between them than a quick burst of pleasure that couldn't wait.

fight so dirty but you love so sweet
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!