2015-09-04 13:08:46 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

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Jack grunts at the tugging hand in his hair. He’d be offended at the affront to his locks if he wasn’t already at a boiling point with the other man. He bounces on the mattress, his teeth barred and growling low and hoarse in his throat. He wants to sink his teeth into that tanned neck and yank his head back until he’s bathed in the pirates blood, and goddamn if the thought doesn’t turn him on. His own blood rushes quickly to his head from where it hangs off the side of the bed and Jack tries to couple his thoughts together long enough to re-gain the upper hand.

He shivers when more of his lower body is exposed, but it’s not from the cold. If anything, it’s gotten hotter with the added violence. He hums a laugh as the affectionate gesture, a soft snorting exhale as his reddened lips split to reveal shiny white teeth, like an open wound on his face. Like it’s a big joke that only he knows the punchline to.
“Hehehmm— something tells me you really don’t get how expendable you are to me, do you.” It’s said softly and matter-of-factly, barely a whisper. Jack really doesn’t appreciate being talked down to, and what battles he loses physically, he’ll make up for with his sharp and unapologetic tongue.

Jack relaxes back like he doesn’t have a care in the world as Vaas retrieves the lube, pulling a leg up so he can shove his boot none too gently in Vaas’ face from his reclined position. If Vaas insists on calling him a Princess, he better damn well treat him like one. He doesn’t bother reading any labels, instead just opens the cap with a heady nonchalance, as if Vaas isn’t even there, and pours a decent amount across his fingers. It heats up quickly on his skin and he grunts in quiet appreciation– Nisha likes the temperature play too.

“Then fucking do it already, sunshine.”
He takes the tube in his shiny hands and squeezes it in Vaas’ direction until it’s contents shoot out with a wet noise and splatter all over the other man’s chest in childish retaliation. He barks a laugh, finding it way funnier than he should. He sits up, braced on his elbows, and tosses the now mostly empty tube somewhere over his shoulder.
“Nu-uh, I’m your guest, remember? Why don’t you do something useful for a friggin’ change.” He gestures widely to his exposed middle, eyebrows raised expectantly.

“Also, if you call me baby boy again I’m gonna make sure you’re incapable of having any.”