2015-09-07 10:01:32 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

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Jack had expected the violence, had counted on it, but he’d be lying if he said getting punched in the face with a fist full of metal felt any kind of nice. But god, was it satisfying to get Vaas so riled up, to get so deep under his skin so easily. It makes Jack laugh through the blood pouring out of his nose and mouth, a breathless hyena-esque cackle through his constricted windpipe.
“Ohh, big bad bandit, aren’cha?.” He spits out some of the copper flooding his mouth. “You have no clue how easy you’re making this, kid.” Jack almost feels sorry for him. Vaas has no idea how vulnerable he makes himself, wanting Handsome goddamned Jack to care. But that fury and challenge in the other’s eyes is like a fucking drug, and it keeps him coming back. But they’re both stubborn as hell, and if something doesn’t give, they might up actually killing each other.

Jack sighs, his face is killing him and he’s done with this foreplay already. The hand around his neck has little bolts of fire curling in the base of his spine and he wraps his legs around Vaas’ waist the best he can from his position, thrusting up into that grip.
“Mm, such a brute.” Jack chides, but he swipes a hand across his mask, coating his fingers in sticky red and then across the mess he made on the pirate’s chest, mixing blood and lube. “You have no idea.” It’s hard to focus with Vaas’ attentions, but he sneaks his hand south to finger himself open, his thumb stroking across the back of Vaas’ knuckles in a tender gesture. To calm him? To mock him? Jack will never tell.

He makes a show of pleasuring himself, all head thrown back and throaty noises, brow furrowed and tongue occasionally poking out to lick his lips clean of blood. His throat clicks when he swallows the copper down, and he can’t keep his hips from twitching up. He gets up to three in quick succession, and looks at Vaas with raised eyebrows as if the last half an hour hadn’t happened and he wasn’t currently dripping with his own blood with Vaas’ hands around his neck and dick. He breathes in a dragging and ragged breath under Vaas’ grip.
“You gonna help me out with this, ooor do I actually have to do everything myself?”