[Jack grunts when Isaac thrusts all the way in, but it's good, and when Isaac starts settling in to his rhythm, it's better.
Isaac is made of stars, the bright fire that burns out of control for millions of years, a constant series of explosions and madness and violence and everything Jack ever wanted.
He hisses at the bite and his hands tighten, one nearly choking him as the other scratches unkindly at his back.]
Fucker...
[It's a harsh whisper, but there's a hint of a laugh behind it.]
[ 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. ]
[He responds to the kiss forcefully, biting on Isaac's lip hard enough to draw blood, savoring the metallic taste shared between their mouths.
As Isaac continues to fuck him into the wall, keeps hitting that sweet spot, Jack stops thinking almost entirely and just growls softly, an animal-like indicator of his mounting pleasure.
He's getting close, but it doesn't make him any less violent. In fact, it makes him more so, nails digging into Isaac's back and thumb pressing hard into his throat.]
[ he can feel the way that jack is getting close from how he weakly tightens around him, but by no means does jack go down without the proverbial fight. isaac will carry his bruises proudly, the nail marks digging into his back, the sweet ache of jack's knees digging into his sides and the little sweet cut on his lip that bleeds perfection.
in the end of it, it is isaac that comes first, but not without his hand on jack's cock, pinning him harder to the cold tile. he feels it in the tightening heat of his belly, how he jerks a little and feels it rush out of him like a breath, wet and cloying.
his hips snap up for good measure, once, twice, again and again, before slowing down, easing but never making it easy. ]
[It's Isaac's hand on his dick, being pinned hard to the wall, and feeling Isaac come that does it, sends Jack over the edge and digging his fingers into Isaac's back.
When he comes down he leans his head back on the wall and looks at Isaac for a moment, then looks down at his chest. He scoops up his own cum with his finger and hooks it between Isaac's teeth.]
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Isaac is made of stars, the bright fire that burns out of control for millions of years, a constant series of explosions and madness and violence and everything Jack ever wanted.
He hisses at the bite and his hands tighten, one nearly choking him as the other scratches unkindly at his back.]
Fucker...
[It's a harsh whisper, but there's a hint of a laugh behind it.]
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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. ]
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As Isaac continues to fuck him into the wall, keeps hitting that sweet spot, Jack stops thinking almost entirely and just growls softly, an animal-like indicator of his mounting pleasure.
He's getting close, but it doesn't make him any less violent. In fact, it makes him more so, nails digging into Isaac's back and thumb pressing hard into his throat.]
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in the end of it, it is isaac that comes first, but not without his hand on jack's cock, pinning him harder to the cold tile. he feels it in the tightening heat of his belly, how he jerks a little and feels it rush out of him like a breath, wet and cloying.
his hips snap up for good measure, once, twice, again and again, before slowing down, easing but never making it easy. ]
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When he comes down he leans his head back on the wall and looks at Isaac for a moment, then looks down at his chest. He scoops up his own cum with his finger and hooks it between Isaac's teeth.]
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