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A hot rage licks its way up Jack’s spine and makes his heart pound like a hammer inside his chest as Vaas’ words simmer low in his gut. His hips thrust despite it, and it just makes him all the angrier. When the slap comes, Jack’s so taken aback by it that he’s stunned into silence for a few moments. It doesn’t hurt too badly, given the protection of his mask, it’s more the pirate’s audacity that stings him. And just like an overflowing dam, he breaks down the middle.
Jack yanks at the hand holding his chin and works his jaw until there’s flesh and bone between his teeth and then, while staring straight into Vaas’ eyes, he bites— bites until he can taste blood blooming on his tongue and bites until he’s certain Vaas knows just how badly he fucked up.
When Jack slaps him back, it isn’t gently, and he releases the other’s hand just long enough to hiss down at him. He’s no longer relaxed and is instead using all his weight to pin the other to the bed as effectively as he can.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” He licks at the red smear clinging to his lips before he continues, the copper taste and rush of adrenaline adding to his high. “I’m think you’re due for a lesson on manners, kiddo.”
He clenches a fist around the one around his cock and his other around Vaas’ neck. If Vaas wants to play the stranglin’ game, Jack’s going to be some tough competition. He chides the other man through clenched teeth, his erection still throbbing between them.
“I didn’t hear a pretty fucking please.”