I’m not an artist I’m a fucking work of art
He's smiling against her skin, pulling back enough that she can tug his shirt over his head; it's all tans and tats and scars and piercings from there, their bodies coming together in a flash of heat that screams throughout Jack's mind as well as his body. His fingers come to help strip her shorts off, and then they also get discarded in the growing pile of clothes. Hands gliding along the length of well muscled thighs, the smuggler leans in to capture Raza's mouth again in a kiss that's near savage with desire.
Unbuttoning his pants and shoving them down enough to free his erection, one of Jack's hands sneaks down now to slip between her legs, and he hums a note of satisfaction to feel her wetness, to rub his thumb against her clit. There's still the sweetness of the booze on Raza's tongue, and the heat of her skin is nothing to what her cunt promises, but he's sailed this ship before, and he knows better than to rush the lady.
Unbuttoning his pants and shoving them down enough to free his erection, one of Jack's hands sneaks down now to slip between her legs, and he hums a note of satisfaction to feel her wetness, to rub his thumb against her clit. There's still the sweetness of the booze on Raza's tongue, and the heat of her skin is nothing to what her cunt promises, but he's sailed this ship before, and he knows better than to rush the lady.
Jack being an Abandoned is common knowledge these days, however his Telepathy remains a well-kept secret:
Magic: Passive Telepathy | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 30ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Type: Grey | Rank: Mastered
Also branded with a small star tattoo beneath his left eye.
