[ his breath comes in stuttering gasps and that hand around his throat only makes his gut tighten even more, excitedly, making his hips cant a little faster, hiking jack up further against the wall. anyone else might end up with broken ribs in a choke hold, maybe with their skull split open.
he is a quiet guy, furiously smoking with the bright orange of the end of his cigarette glowing in the dark. the guy there the clink of the ice against glass and the slosh of liquid down his throat. he lunges forward now, wants his mouth as he fucks him, that sharp, sweet kiss (their brand of tenderness is nails and teeth).
he laughs when jack hisses out to him, his chuckle whiskey dark. ]
What did I tell you--
[ it's mumbled between sharp gasps with every thrust. ]
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he is a quiet guy, furiously smoking with the bright orange of the end of his cigarette glowing in the dark. the guy there the clink of the ice against glass and the slosh of liquid down his throat. he lunges forward now, wants his mouth as he fucks him, that sharp, sweet kiss (their brand of tenderness is nails and teeth).
he laughs when jack hisses out to him, his chuckle whiskey dark. ]
What did I tell you--
[ it's mumbled between sharp gasps with every thrust. ]