choking on the things I won't say

JACK

see me falling
yeah, down and lonely

Jack senses the stir of what he can only describe as juvenile recklessness from the governor - and had this been a discussion of business, he might have been very much against it. But it's pleasure they're talking about now, and so he doesn't stop Sunjata from dragging him out of the chair. (He does let out an obligatory oi!, as if to ask the Flood to reconsider his manhandling, at least for a bit).

"Oh? Desginated to a waitin' room, am I?" he drawls as he's pulled out of the office, knocking back the rest of the whiskey and just about managing to leave it on the desk before he's ushered out of the room completely. It would be a lie to say that the couple of drinks in quick succession isn't lending the captain a buzz as well, and so as Sunjata leans past him to lock the door to the office, he's already got half of an idea about what the governor has planned.

In short, he's ready when Sunjata leans in, a hand snatching out to curl around the other man's neck, dragging him in further with the full intention of overbalancing him, the smuggler's back hitting against the door. Already his free hand is wandering, raking along scars and tanned skin towards the small of his back, fingertips pricking into the flesh.

are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt

SUNJATA

the flood

i'm nothing more than a page unwritten
on the pavement, blowing in the wind

“Something like that.” He rumbles as he lets Jack go to lock the door, and when he focuses on the captain again, he’s surging forward and catching his lips in a kiss that’s reciprocated, one that has a surprising amount of force and adjustment from the captain as Jack’s back hits the door and Sunjata follows, pressing against him. The wandering hand raises goosebumps in their wake, and Sunjata shifts just enough to let Jack go with his left hand, to move to the captain’s hip, fingers digging in there and drag his nails upward as he moves to pin Jack against the door.

The kiss grows rougher, more demanding, Sunjata’s other hand moving to Jack’s other side of his hip, fingertips dipping into the waistband there. The alcohol swims within him making everything a bit fuzzy and warm, and it helps his decision making as his hips press in, teeth nipping at Jack’s lower lip, the scent of alcohol and smoke on the forefront of his mind.

you win a lot, and you lose
just a little bit more than you gained in the end

JACK

see me falling
yeah, down and lonely

It might surprise most some, but Jack's need to control everything around him does not always display itself in typical assertions of dominance and command. Make no mistake about it - it's still control - but sometimes it pays to give people what they want. And right here, right now, with the governor? Apparently that means giving Sunjata something he feels he's got power over. So his back hits the door, the captain finding himself pinned there by teeth and tongue and fingers that he's sure threaten to become claws.

And Jack dives right into it, swimming in that haze of boozy impulsiveness, his hips arching to grind against Sunjata's. Teeth nip against him, the smuggler breaking the kiss only to lean in again, in a perfect position to mark the Flood's neck with further kisses that might as well be bites. Indeed, if he's following the patterns of old scars, present or healed away... well, that's just coincidence, isn't it?

are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt

SUNJATA

the flood

i'm nothing more than a page unwritten
on the pavement, blowing in the wind

It’s different in so many ways than it was with Nate, and yet it seems like Jack seems to know the right buttons to press. Hips grind into his own, a low hum of approval leaving Sunjata with that, followed by a broken kiss that shifts to his neck, over scars and fading bruises Nate had left there not all that long ago. But there’s other bruising as well, lower on his neck, of what one could only assume to be fingertips. And so it’s a different shift, one that hands Sunjata the leash rather than him giving in and submitting to Nate as he prefers to do, and with it this sudden realization that Jack would let him.

He nearly vibrates as Jack nips right above a fresher bite mark, instilling a memory and a feeling that has him growling and pressing again into Jack, hips shifting just enough to grind back. But he can hear the wood of the door groan and he huffs in frustration, realizing his mistake of leaving the office. One hand abandons Jack to fiddle with the door to unlock it again, the other hand gripping Jack’s hip snakes around to the captains ass, pulling him closer to the attuned as he opens the door and half stumbles back into the office, immediately walking Jack back toward the desk, suddenly uncaring of the notes and diagrams left on it.

you win a lot, and you lose
just a little bit more than you gained in the end

JACK

see me falling
yeah, down and lonely

It's like an old game for the Abandoned part of him, finding buttons and pressing them in turn to find out what pleasure he can evoke. And it's a game he always wins, because anything Sunjata feels and enjoys, Jack is along for the ride. That proves no different here, the captain humming a curse into the side of the governor's neck as their hips meet again, as the door protests the way they abuse it.

Luckily enough, Sunjata is already rectifying the situation, and Jack's fingers have knitted into the back of the other man's hair, his lips crashing against the Flood's all over again when the door opens and he's marched back into the room. Plans, diagrams, all elements of work get carelessly swept away to make room, and Jack wastes no time in shifting to perch on the desk. Legs hook around Sunjata's waist, dragging him closer, even as his back arches and his grip in the other man's locks grows gentle and pliant.

are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt

SUNJATA

the flood

i'm nothing more than a page unwritten
on the pavement, blowing in the wind

It’s different in the way that there’s no love, no melding reciprocation that ignites more of a flame in him. This is a quick fuck, no feelings, no attachments, just the hope that he might feel better when it’s over. And if he knows one thing, right now he’s distracted enough to not focus on all the other shitty things going on. So, perks.

Jack’s lips crash into his own again as Sunjata walks them back toward the desk, a hand tightened in his short crop of hair, eliciting a low hum from the attuned. But then Jack perches, quite wonderfully might Sunjata add, and he’s dragged in. One hand remains on Jack’s side, trailing to the waistband to unbutton the pants that trap the captain, one hand bracing himself, at least however momentarily before those large black wings appear from his back, tips tossed down onto the desk with a loud thump, used to brace himself and Jack more, the sharp edges of clawed points at the top of the wing shining with the light that filters in. He uses this as he moves to slide Jack’s pants down, lips moving to bite at the captains neck just below his ear while his hands wander.

you win a lot, and you lose
just a little bit more than you gained in the end

JACK

see me falling
yeah, down and lonely

Too busy drowning in thoughts and feelings, taking cues and reacting accordingly, it's admittedly a bit of a surprise when huge bastard wings make an appearance, and Jack hitches in a breath at the thrum of their weight against the desk. "The fuck--" He just about manages to get the words out when Sunjata is leaning in with his teeth against his neck, just beneath his ear. The captain gasps in a breath, knowing what it means, and his legs tighten around the Flood's waist, momentarily halting the progression of his hands.

Then he simply melts around Sunjata, one arm snaking around his shoulders while the other splays feather light fingers over the membrane of one wing. A soft moan leaves his lips, one that makes no sense given the captain's personality, and that's precisely the point. Blue eyes open a little, glazed with lust, abandoned in the other man's sensations of it all whilst simultaneously trying to take it all in. His hips shift a bit to let the Flood rid him of his pants, and it's no surprise at all that Jack is already hard, though he leaves his hands draped all over Sunjata.

are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt

SUNJATA

the flood

i'm nothing more than a page unwritten
on the pavement, blowing in the wind

Jack pauses him, with the tightening of his legs around his waist, and pauses he does. Albeit, momentarily. The wings land, edges used as a brace, a few of those tendrils used to support Jack’s back as well as he leans in, all encompassing. He doesn’t tone down his thoughts or his feelings, lets them loose in a barrage against his senses. An arm wraps around him, the other trailing along the leathery membrane of the wing, visibly making Sunjata shudder in delight. It makes those horns appear too, spiraling from his skull and tipped in gold.

He growls low and with approval at the roaming of Jack’s hand, teeth traveling down Jack’s neck until he reaches his shoulder where he withdraws, half relishing in the sensation of the captains moving hands, half focusing on the fact he’s gotten Jack’s pants off and he was still in his. One hand moves as a taunt to run along the captain’s length, the other working to remove the fabric trapping him as well. “Making me do all the work, huh?” He rumbles in a low purr, pulling away just enough to reorient his wings a bit, to run both hands along Jack’s thighs until he manages to get to where he can pull his pants off with a bit of shifting the captains legs.

you win a lot, and you lose
just a little bit more than you gained in the end

JACK

see me falling
yeah, down and lonely

"My hands were busy," Jack growls in response, his fingers whispering over wings for just a moment more before he grips the edge of the desk, bucking away from it to kick off his pants with the Flood's assistance. The teasing attention paid to his cock earns Sunjata a groan of anticipation, and Jack reaches out to help the other man out of his clothes as well. But then there are spiralling, gold tipped horns and cocooning wings and Sunjata is all but draped over him, forcing Jack's focus elsewhere.

Reaching up, his fingers wrap around one of those horns as if on autopilot, giving it a firm tug as if to guide Sunjata's head back to where kisses and bites will surely leave bruises against his neck. His other hand dances from the dragon's wing, across his shoulder and down his chest, seeking to gather both of their erections to lavish them in slow, infuriating strokes.

are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt

SUNJATA

the flood

i'm nothing more than a page unwritten
on the pavement, blowing in the wind

Jack growls, then bucks to remove the rest of the clothes there and Sunjata is quick to pull them off and discard them, before working on his own. Jack’s help is appreciated, a low hum leaving him before the captains snagging on a horn and a shooting sensation laces its way through his body, staggering him slightly, body shuddering as he surges forward exactly where Jack places him.

The wings wrap around, blocking most of the light, Sunjata crashing into Jack’s lips momentarily before pulling away to let sharp edged teeth nip at the captain’s neck, sucking to leave a dark mark along the side of his neck. But then instinctively his hips are bucking against the slow frustrated motion Jack has along his cock, a growl leaving him as one hand braces beside the captain and digs into the wood of the desk and the other moves to grip Jack’s hip with strong fingers, pulling him a fraction closer, leaning over Jack with a perfect amount of room for the captain to leave more marks on his neck.

you win a lot, and you lose
just a little bit more than you gained in the end

JACK

see me falling
yeah, down and lonely

A breath shudders through Jack at the surge of something that crackles along Sunjata like electricity; a delicious sort of arousal that swamps senses that are already on fire with lust. His fingers squeeze around their gathered lengths quite on impulse, drawing a breathy moan from his lips, and it's only belatedly, as lips and teeth leave a dark necklace along his throat, that he realises what caused it. Each to their fuckin' own, he supposes, shifting for Sunjata to anchor himself closer.

He returns the favour, marking the Flood in turn, but his hands are already leaving their cocks to sneak up again; one curls around the back of his neck, the other slipping through a short crop of hair to clasp another gold-tipped horn, tugging against it as if to direct Sunjata further against him. "Fuck me, then," he growls, a feral sort of smile curling across his lips.

are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt

SUNJATA

the flood

i'm nothing more than a page unwritten
on the pavement, blowing in the wind

Electricity sparks within him as Jack responds to what Sunjata only assumes is a bit more of an overbearing position, though the fingers along their lengths have him shuddering again, a hissed out sound of a moan against Jack’s neck that colors the air. But the hands abandon, marks left on his neck, a sudden jolt yet again as the captain tugs along the horn and Sunjata’s mind blanks and sends him forth again.

And how could he deny that? The smile he feels against him, the way his wings curl and flex and shudder with each touch. His hands are free now, wings used to brace him in this position, both hands moving to Jack’s hips to lift him slightly, to get them into the right position that Sunjata might be able to actually fuck him. But before he fully dives in, he aims a playful, pinning bite where the captain’s neck meets his shoulder, and in a tauntingly slow motion, presses his hips into Jack’s, driving himself in.

you win a lot, and you lose
just a little bit more than you gained in the end

JACK

see me falling
yeah, down and lonely

It trills through him, that spark of whatever it is that has Sunjata so hot and bothered, and Jack is compliant in a way that the Flood will never see outside of this office, adjusted accordingly so that the other man is able to carry out the captain's demands. His gasp of pleasure is cut off by teeth pinning into the crook of his neck, Jack throwing his head back, hips arching as if he might be able to tease Sunjata into hurrying the fuck up. But the governor is in no hurry, as he's about to find out, and it's with a low moan into the Flood's shoulder that he's finally taken, and thoughts and sensations ignite like a wildfire along his magic.

With legs still pinned around Sunjata's waist, Jack keeps them there for a long and agonising moment that's pure indulgence on his part. With fingers still pulsing along the gold-tipped horn in his reach, the captain's free hand curls around the other man's shoulders and along one wing joint, as if to properly explore all the spaces that Sunjata has revealed to be his sweet spots.

are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt

SUNJATA

the flood

i'm nothing more than a page unwritten
on the pavement, blowing in the wind

A low rumble of approval slips from him as Jack complies, Sunjata hovering over the captain and pinning him there as he gives into Jack’s demand. Pleasure zips along his mind and his spine as he hears Jack and he moans too, as the man’s hands roam along the Attuned’s skin, but he pauses and pants as Jack prevents him from moving further, a long moment of Sunjata simply drowning and forgetting all else in a bit of lingering frustration that taunts him, before it spurs him on.

And he moves, perhaps a bit sharply, a bit greedily — head lifting from Jack’s neck to capture the captain’s lips, to growl against them with tongue and teeth, the hands at Jack’s waist digging in hard enough to leave fingerprint bruising, before one hand snakes down to grasp Jack’s length in fast strokes.

you win a lot, and you lose
just a little bit more than you gained in the end