[It does hurt at first, but as Isaac curls and stretches, he feels himself shifting and settling to accommodate, slowly rounding the corner from kind of annoying to good.
Jack turns his attention instead to the ring of bruises he's making around Isaac's neck, squeezing and pushing and playing with his air flow before leaning close and biting at his jawline, pulling his head back just enough to expose it more fully.]
[ Teeth against his throat, fingers on his skin, it all makes him groan softly, tilting into the warmth of his mouth as he takes his time now stretching him, parting his fingers and lingering just a bit more. He lets his nails drag along the cheek of his ass, scoring red marks along his skin.
He reaches down and takes himself in his palm, pressing himself against him, feeling the initial heat and resistance of it.
The slick floor, the quickening of breath, the way their bodies press up together, skin to skin and bone to bone. He breathes out sharply, hissing as he feels himself get past that point of resistance, settles into the heat of Jack, how he clenches around him, accepts him and simultaneously rejects him. It's a perfect tug and push as he slides himself in as far as he will go. ]
[Somewhere, Isaac's fingering crosses the line into "good" territory and Jack starts to really enjoy it. He even groans a little when Isaac enters him, because fuck is right, he'd been itching for it at the end there. He shifts closer, and his hard-on is pressed between them. He gasps slightly and his hand in Isaac's hair slides down his neck, clawing before readjusting to hold him closer, one hand scratching at his back and the other still at his neck.]
[ He hikes Jack's leg up further, growling softly with his teeth clenched as he thrusts himself in sharply, feels his balls press close to his skin. There is the smile across his mouth, sharp as a blade, there is the spark in his eyes, the distinct glimmer of hunger and desire as his thumb digs in— ]
That's...
[ He trails off slowly, groans as his hips roll, thrust forward, deep and slow, but gradually mounting in speed. Everything about Jack is desirably dangerous, lethal, perfect. He'd told him before that he was made to do that sort of thing. The killing. His hands... perfect, painted hands, colored for bruises and the barrel of a gun.
His teeth bare and he dips his head down, bites junction of shoulder and throat ]
[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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Jack turns his attention instead to the ring of bruises he's making around Isaac's neck, squeezing and pushing and playing with his air flow before leaning close and biting at his jawline, pulling his head back just enough to expose it more fully.]
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He reaches down and takes himself in his palm, pressing himself against him, feeling the initial heat and resistance of it.
The slick floor, the quickening of breath, the way their bodies press up together, skin to skin and bone to bone. He breathes out sharply, hissing as he feels himself get past that point of resistance, settles into the heat of Jack, how he clenches around him, accepts him and simultaneously rejects him. It's a perfect tug and push as he slides himself in as far as he will go. ]
Fuck.
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That's...
[ He trails off slowly, groans as his hips roll, thrust forward, deep and slow, but gradually mounting in speed. Everything about Jack is desirably dangerous, lethal, perfect. He'd told him before that he was made to do that sort of thing. The killing. His hands... perfect, painted hands, colored for bruises and the barrel of a gun.
His teeth bare and he dips his head down, bites junction of shoulder and throat ]
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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.]
Happy?