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Jack groans back at him, a rush of breath through his nose as his mouth is busy giving back as good as it’s getting. He likes the taste of it between them, and admires the way the red stains Vaas’ own mouth.
“Same to you, sweetheart.” Only Jack would think of something much, much worse for the bandit pirate. “It’s funny you should say that, becau—-mmf!”
The fingers in his mouth are a surprise, and Jack fights to relax his throat and keep his intense gag reflex at bay, trying to focus solely on Vaas finally getting down to business, even if he can’t keep his jaw from locking tight and teeth biting down on the offending digits. But that part’s mostly on purpose.
Jack’s loud, frustrated whine around his mouth-full and roll of his eyes are the only complaints he can manage at Vaas’ teasing , wiggling his hips try and get things moving faster, each movement punctuated by several more muffled sounds at the abuse to his neck. He’s reached the point now where the battle’s been fought and all he is is a creature of need— And right now he needs Vaas to hurry his ass up.
His skin feels like fire, flickering with the heat inside of him and he’s really trying to hold back the noises he’s making because goddamn does he not want to give Vaas the satisfaction, but he’s always been very vocal in bed, and now is no exception. His jaw clenches with each sound, the feel of that hardness inside of him, and a fresh wave of blood blooms on his tongue, whether from Vaas’ fingers or his own flesh he isn’t sure, and at this point, really doesn’t care. He breathes in hard, nose flaring and heart bottoming out inside his chest at Vaas’ agonizing pace.
He hangs his head off the edge of the bed, but he’s unsatisfied with the feeling that Vaas hasn’t learned who the boss is yet. He brings a shaky hand up to smear the blood on Vaas’ mouth into a garish painted grin, his thighs clenching harder around Vaas’ waist and effectively trapping him close enough that Jack can wrap his hands around that thick column of throat and squeeze. To at least put them on even ground, even if it does nothing to quell his rising tempo behind the pirate’s fingers or the overloading sensation of lightning fire in the base of his spine, making his dick and balls ache and his face throb with each rush of blood through his veins.