Jack is dizzy and near suffocating in the hot and heavy air, and the freezing touch around his dick has his hips jerking hard at the contrast, Vaas’ grip the only thing keeping him from falling off. It’s an unfamiliar sensation, but he doesn’t get the chance to complain about it before the other’s hands are around his windpipe and stealing the air from his lungs. His breath is ragged, the rush of it loud and panting and he glares with as much menace as he can muster before his eyes shut, overloaded by the combination of restrained blood flow to his drugged out mind and both of Vaas’ hands on him.
He sits up in his position on the pirate’s lap, gripping the wrist of the hand choking him and clearing the heat in his throat with a harsh ‘ahem’.
“That all depends on whether or not you’re gonna do somethin’ about it.” He manages, his voice low and sultry. He hadn’t thought Vaas would have caught on to his biggest kink so quickly, and he’s a little taken aback, but more impressed with the man than anything. And it shows, if the hardness proudly jutting out between his legs is any indication. His fingers grip down hard on Vaas’ wrist, threatening to bruise and offering up a challenge.
He stretches his neck back, giving Vaas more room to work with and sighing long, his hips still moving in little unconscious circles as his muscles relax again. His voice is already turning hoarse.
“Mm– please tell me you have some actual lube around here, ‘cause I am not using anything weird again.”