full speed ahead 'til I'm dead in the fast lane
Well, even mentally vanilla thoughts are enough to pleasure the good captain, as long as they're enough to also keep the fire kindled between Flora's legs. Vanilla isn't his usual flavour, granted, but given the company Jack keeps, that isn't all too surprising, and fuck, maybe a change of pace will be nice. His moans, too, start off as purely theatrical (the irony of these two idiots), until he feels a subtle shift from imagined pleasure to real, and his telepathy greedily does the rest.
Fingers twist through her hair, and he doesn't force her head down - yet - only because fuck knows if she likes it, and they're just getting started for it to go tits up. "Fuck, Flora," he croons as the actions of her mouth and hands begin to find their rhythm. "Like that, don't you fuckin' stop. Not unless you want me to fuck you--"
Fingers twist through her hair, and he doesn't force her head down - yet - only because fuck knows if she likes it, and they're just getting started for it to go tits up. "Fuck, Flora," he croons as the actions of her mouth and hands begin to find their rhythm. "Like that, don't you fuckin' stop. Not unless you want me to fuck you--"
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.
