words fall from my mouth like plates from shaking hands

[unkindly]

[ He stands by the window, staring out at the city. There are no lights on in the room. He likes the dark. The only source of light is the tiny ember glowing at the tip of his cigarette, and it glows just enough to cast a shadow on his face, defined and enhanced by the light from the city outside.

He is shirtless, having draped his coat and shirt and tie unceremoniously over a chair earlier. It's hot. Not too hot, but just hot enough to be more comfortable without.

Tattoos snake up his back and arms, across his shoulders and up his neck, barely visible in the gleam from the city. They chain him to the city, mark him as a creature of it, born from it, made for it, one with it.

He exhales a stream of smoke and it hovers around his face before dissipating into the air. ]

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[stomped]

[ Isaac's heart pounds wildly, the thrill of fingers almost bruising against his jaw, his lips raw. They fumble in the general direction of the bed, Isaac half-dragging and Jack half-pulling by their belts and the waistbands.

He's pulling Jack's belt free already between kisses, fingers deftly working them through the loops and undoing the clasp to shove them down his hips frantically. It's a give and take, one that hinges off of skin and a hot gun. Jack has grown ambitious. With every blow to his head, every subtle manipulation of his mind, he grows more and more furious, aiming to get out of his cage, aiming to be owned by no one.

Isaac supposes that is what he likes best about him.

Jack strives to become his own man and will become it. Isaac himself will see to it, presses it into a kiss, that quiet promise, makes it bruising. ]

[unkindly]

[Once, Jack was content to be who he was and no more. He was content to be a lackey, a right-hand-man, but no more. With the revelation of his existence came an insatiable need to be more, to be better, to be greater. He is hungry, always hungry.

And right now Isaac gets the full force of that hunger as he pulls down Isaac's pants, practically tearing at them to get them off.

Once they're naked he shoves Isaac backward, hard, with no regard for his balance or well being.

Get on the bed, bitch.]

[stomped]

[ He takes the fall in a surprisingly graceful sort of way, like a man that's used to tripping backwards, to being tossed around. The bed protests a bit at the abrupt weight. He shifts on the mattress, cool sheets against his skin as he looks up at him flushed with anticipation.

It's a fire that burns slowly at first, starts with the smallest spark, begins, feeds, grows. It's a wildfire that burns between them, destructive and hungry to consume it all and Isaac reaches up to grab his arm and tug him down fiercely.

We go together. ]

[unkindly]

[He's pulled down but only on his own terms. Jack straddles Isaac and pushes him down again, into the mattress, his hand flat against the man's chest, pinning him there as Jack leans down and bites at Isaac's neck.]

[stomped]

[ he bares his throat more than willingly, the pressure of his hand against his chest rendering him somewhat breathless. he murmurs out his name, a quiet thing of respect past his lips as he shifts, practically arches against his teeth. ]

[unkindly]

[A soft growl escapes him as he bites, not very gently at all, but he licks and sucks at the marks he makes. When he's tired of that he moves back up to kiss Isaac's mouth again, fierce and hungry.]

[stomped]

[ Isaac's mouth is on his, fingers moving up to hold his face close for a brief moment. He slides them down his neck and shoulders, digs his fingers into the skin.

Nothing they ever do is gentle, maybe another place, another time, they might have been, but here, ferocity and crudeness and cigarette smoke get you places. ]

[unkindly]

[It's their way of life, old habits like well-trodden paths. As Isaac digs his fingers into Jack's skin, the hand not planted on Isaac's chest travels down, scraping at Isaac's side until it finds its way to his cock and gripping it with a rough, callused hand.]

[stomped]

[ he feels the bluntless of jack's nails against his skin, scraping every dip of his ribs and marking him arch just a bit more until he feels himself taken into his palm, stroked in a way both kind and unkind. isaac bucks his hips up just a bit, meeting him stroke for stroke as he slides fingers up into jack's hair and grips tightly. ]

[unkindly]

[As his attention focuses more on what his hands are doing, he puts far less effort into the kissing, getting sloppy and lazy as his fingers drag up and down Isaac's dick. The hand on Isaac's chest finally drags off it to pull at Isaac's thigh, finally settling at the back of his knee as he lifts his leg, dragging it alongside his own.]

[stomped]

[ there's a choked sound that isaac makes when their mouths kiss in a far less formal fashion, missing and kissing jaws and chins instead. teeth collide and he gives a laugh when jack's impatience shows through.

their motions are rough, but like clockwork, easy to follow. he digs his fingers into jack's skin where he can, leaning up to press his teeth into his skin, the juncture of his throat and shoulder. it's a slow bite, meant to bruise. give and take. ]

[unkindly]

[The bite causes him moan, a deep-throated growl of a sound. His patience is wearing thinner, to the point where his hand leaves off of Isaac's cock so he can pull the man's hips up a little higher. The other hand reaches between Isaac's legs to fondle his ass, then slide between the cheeks to trace circles around his hole.]