[ No they're not, but god the sensation of feeling Jack's mouth tighten a bit, swallow. He breathes out sharply. fingers curling a bit in his hair and pressing into his skin now as his release comes to a stuttering halt, hips canting the air for a moment. ]
Fuck... God what...
[ He glances at Jack, fingers somewhat idly carding through his hair. ]
no subject
Fuck... God what...
[ He glances at Jack, fingers somewhat idly carding through his hair. ]
That was... amazing...