JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
The marks left in the wake of this tryst will take days to heal, but right now the pain is fresh and clean and dizzying, and Jack rides it as keenly as the other pleasures thrumming through him. He feels it, the mounting pressure, the spring tightening within Sunjata until it's fit to snap. And that's what does it, in the end, as is always the case with the captain - Sunjata pitches himself into ecstasy and Jack isn't long behind, head thrown back to expose his throat, his fingers spasming through feathers and flesh.
He cums hard, his mind filling with static for a few blissful seconds, and nothing fucking matters - not the crash of the waves against the cliffs, not the Ark in the port, not the cutthroats and business deals and ghostly fathers - until it passes. Chest heaving, a sheen of sweat glistening on his skin, for a moment or two Jack merely exists with it; that strange, weightless sort feeling post-orgasm, where having another someone wrapped all about him isn't so bad.
But it doesn't take long to fade, and then Jack is slumping back against the desk, his legs unlocking from around Sunjata to release him. He braces a hand out to guide the other man away, fingers raking through his hair as senses return. "You'll understand if I use that shower of yours before I go?" he mutters. His voice is a little rough, a little hoarse, but it's all business again now.
He cums hard, his mind filling with static for a few blissful seconds, and nothing fucking matters - not the crash of the waves against the cliffs, not the Ark in the port, not the cutthroats and business deals and ghostly fathers - until it passes. Chest heaving, a sheen of sweat glistening on his skin, for a moment or two Jack merely exists with it; that strange, weightless sort feeling post-orgasm, where having another someone wrapped all about him isn't so bad.
But it doesn't take long to fade, and then Jack is slumping back against the desk, his legs unlocking from around Sunjata to release him. He braces a hand out to guide the other man away, fingers raking through his hair as senses return. "You'll understand if I use that shower of yours before I go?" he mutters. His voice is a little rough, a little hoarse, but it's all business again now.
are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt
i’m in the dirt
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.
