[Johnny looks at him like he just invented sex, and it's a look he could get used to - no, fuck, Jack could never get enough of it. He can practically feel him throb inside of him, and what an ache it must be, balls drawn tight. Johnny flips him over with an enthusiasm that knocks the breath from him, but Jack still laughs.
He doesn't want to be the only one to hear it. He wants everyone to hear it. So Jack lets him thrust inside of him, until the strength of it drives the cries from him.]
[ He sounds so damn good, crying out like a cat in heat, so much so that it drives Johnny ruthlessly onwards, ferocious as he pleasures his lover and takes what his Jack, his precious Jack gives.
Jack's laughter is music in his ears, sweet and lovely, and he's smiling, burying his face in his shoulder as he shudders, at Jack's mercy and all too willing to worship.
His hand moves to close around his heavy, dripping cock, sticky with pre-cum as it bounces with every harsh thrust. Johnny's heart is stolen, hopelessly smitten and intoxicated. ]
Jack -- come on, baby. Come for me. Come on -- do you want more?
[Jack hisses it harshly, grips Johnny's hair. The pleasure is so much, so good, and Jack wishes her could take it all night. But a few strokes from his lover's hand and he's shooting against him, trembling and clenching, desperate to keep Johnny buried deep inside him until he joins him in this.]
[ And Johnny's just as desperate to stay inside him, unable to stop when Jack's come spatters all over their stomachs, filthy and intimate. He goes a few more thrusts and cries out when his lover clenched, hot, sticky seed filling Jack up deep inside, claiming him, reminding him who he belongs to.
His thrusts slow, spurting inside of him again and again and his shoulders tense, seeking out his mouth to kiss him, panting quietly. ]
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He doesn't want to be the only one to hear it. He wants everyone to hear it. So Jack lets him thrust inside of him, until the strength of it drives the cries from him.]
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Jack's laughter is music in his ears, sweet and lovely, and he's smiling, burying his face in his shoulder as he shudders, at Jack's mercy and all too willing to worship.
His hand moves to close around his heavy, dripping cock, sticky with pre-cum as it bounces with every harsh thrust. Johnny's heart is stolen, hopelessly smitten and intoxicated. ]
Jack -- come on, baby. Come for me. Come on -- do you want more?
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[Jack hisses it harshly, grips Johnny's hair. The pleasure is so much, so good, and Jack wishes her could take it all night. But a few strokes from his lover's hand and he's shooting against him, trembling and clenching, desperate to keep Johnny buried deep inside him until he joins him in this.]
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His thrusts slow, spurting inside of him again and again and his shoulders tense, seeking out his mouth to kiss him, panting quietly. ]
What do I do now? I'm addicted to you.