[perfect answer. jack's smile lets him know that before they're kissing again. connor's mouth travels like he could devour him, and the warmth of it has jack thinking that that might not be such a bad thing. jack's hands are just as eager, tugging fabric free so he can touch every inch of skin that was hidden underneath it.]
I should never have let you choose the beach.
[not over this. jack groans, eyes closing as he grips connor's ass through his unfastened pants. it doesn't occur to him that it's the wrong one.]
[he moans quietly when he feels jack's hands on him, especially followed up with that. a fervent believer in telling, not showing, connor bites jack's neck, sucking on the skin between his teeth.]
[jack buries his hand in connor's hair, almost like he's holding him in place, willing him to leave a telling mark. there's no mia or sarah or lucinda to attribute it to here, but maybe that's part of the thrill.
no more hiding, jack.
he pushes him away, but just far enough that he knows connor's eyes will be on him as he gets rid of the rest of his clothes.]
Shaving would've been the polite thing to do. I'm already imagining the beard burn.
[jack asks, and connor gives. biting him again, harder, sure to leave a mark, a tell that will last well into tomorrow. and then he's pulled back and he watches jack undressing with all the reverence of looking at a piece of art. he devoursjack with his eyes, soaking up every new inch of flesh that's revealed.
but he does laugh at his comment. of course he does.]
[he compliments with a smile, and maybe preens a little him, happy to have appreciative eyes on him again. he moves back into connor's space, kissing him slow and deep, guiding him step by step in the direction of the nearest soft and horizontal surface.]
Favorite position? [jack smiles againt his mouth before puckering his lips again.] Should I guess?
[he lets jack lead him, which is nice because that makes it easier for him to keep kissing him while he does. but he breaks away to catch that expression, which is reward on its own]
[jack hums against his mouth, stopping when he feels the bump of something solid against the back of his legs. now he can devote all of his time to "helping" connor with whatever's left of his clothes, eyes downcast to look over him as he does.]
Well, on top of being incredibly hot, there's something sweet about you. [he lifts his eyes to look into connor's then, smiling slightly.] Missionary. And you like being on top.
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I should never have let you choose the beach.
[not over this. jack groans, eyes closing as he grips connor's ass through his unfastened pants. it doesn't occur to him that it's the wrong one.]
I wanna know every filthy thing that you like.
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[he moans quietly when he feels jack's hands on him, especially followed up with that. a fervent believer in telling, not showing, connor bites jack's neck, sucking on the skin between his teeth.]
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no more hiding, jack.
he pushes him away, but just far enough that he knows connor's eyes will be on him as he gets rid of the rest of his clothes.]
Shaving would've been the polite thing to do. I'm already imagining the beard burn.
[but he likes it.]
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but he does laugh at his comment. of course he does.]
That's part of the charm.
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[he compliments with a smile, and maybe preens a little him, happy to have appreciative eyes on him again. he moves back into connor's space, kissing him slow and deep, guiding him step by step in the direction of the nearest soft and horizontal surface.]
Favorite position? [jack smiles againt his mouth before puckering his lips again.] Should I guess?
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I think I want to hear you guess.
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[jack hums against his mouth, stopping when he feels the bump of something solid against the back of his legs. now he can devote all of his time to "helping" connor with whatever's left of his clothes, eyes downcast to look over him as he does.]
Well, on top of being incredibly hot, there's something sweet about you. [he lifts his eyes to look into connor's then, smiling slightly.] Missionary. And you like being on top.