[it is no reflection on jack and a very stark one on vane that he's off to a running start, and even if he had absolutely intended to grab the lube before getting much further he still has the audacity to make a sound of frustration when he has to spare a hand to do so.
but there's a better concession in the way the next kiss has no teeth behind it, his mouth slipping across jack's stomach, fumbling the little bottle open one-and-a-half-handed because he refuses to take the finger out. just moments later there's a slick mess dribbling down over it, smearing, pressing inside jack when vane drives that finger deeper.]
Been a while, Jack?
[jack should not be fooled by the purr of it - he is blindingly turned on by the very idea of having to ask. he tosses the lube aside on the couch and runs an open palm up jack's lean frame, curling around the back of his neck, dragging him down for a hungrier kiss.]
[ He still gets pegged by Anne somewhat regularly (and occasionally Daphne), but it's not the same. Their fingers aren't as big or forceful, their cocks not as hot or satisfyingly hard when they're not real. Irving's had him a couple of times, always an overwhelmingly tender affair, and the only other (besides the boat orgy...he chooses not to count the boat orgy.) bore a passing resemblance to Charles shortly after he lost him. A stupid mistake. Jack knew he wouldn't measure up before he'd even agreed to it.
It's better, slicked up, instead of hissing when his finger's back in he groans, needy and eager. Jack raises his hips to give him better access, and leans into him, like he could melt against his warm chest, and stick to him so closely he can't be scrubbed off. He reaches for the lube and squirts some into his hand, before he starts stroking Charles' cock with it. ]
No one else can touch me like you.
[ Because he won't let them, or they're not capable, he doesn't specify. Later that night, when he's lying awake in bed, he'll cringe about how nakedly sentimental it sounds, but right now, it's just the truth. His brain doesn't have the function to try to obscure that, only to want, and fuck himself back on the other's fingers. ]
[jack could have a list a mile long and that answer would still be a really fucking good one - and if vane has anything to say about it, neither one of them will be lying awake thinking about anything, at least tonight.
his response is a tighter grip, a rougher, biting kiss, and a second finger pressing in with the first, his approach certainly not what one could call tender but indicating enough concern for jack's well being that sheer arousal doesn't win out yet, no matter how badly vane wants to fuck him now. (extremely. just the touch of jack's hand on his cock makes his hips jerk underneath him, biting back a sharp groan that vibrates from one throat to the other.)
but with everything - despite everything - it's the weight and warmth of jack's body sinking into his own that does the most.
one more ravishing kiss, and then vane's hand catches the back of jack's neck again, tangling in his hair and pulling his head back. both fingers slide out of him, so vane can take hold of his cock and guide it to jack's hole instead - and he keeps jack's head right there, right where he can see his face, wanting to watch the shape his mouth makes on the first flex that opens him up. and the next one, when vane thrusts deeper into him, dragging his hips down onto his cock. and the next.]
[ Jackâs not looking for tenderness from Charles. In his time here, heâs learned to like that kind of softness that would have gotten him killed back home, but he doesnât expect it from him, and he doesnât want it, the feral pawing at each other is exactly what he came for. Maybe someday, heâll want more than that, but even Jack Rackham is not so greedy as to look over the very thing heâs been missing for all these months. He likes the way it feels to be wanted like this, like it isnât a choice at all, but pure instinct.
How the hell did they manage to deny themselves for so long?
His reaction to Jack's pleases him more than he could say even if his mind were not reduced to mush by lust, which has him smirking into that rough, devouring kiss until the moment his head's pulled back. He growls with the compound disappointment of the heat from Charles' tongue and the stretch of his fingers both disappearing on him, but he gives the other man what he wants, a heated stare, glassy from the same arousal that's smearing pre against his lover's abs as he shifts into position to take him.
The first thing Jack's mouth does after he presses into him is clench shut, his lower lip catches between his teeth in a desperate attempt not to go immediately slack-jawed and moaning from mindless pleasure, but that fight's over before it's begun. It feels too fucking good to bother, all of it, the thick cock stretching him out and dragging along his insides just where he wants it, the strong hands on his hips manhandling him into place, and maybe most overwhelming of all, the way Charles looks at him, like he's never wanted anything more than this.
[searing is the perfect word for it. he feels burned - jack's body is so unbelievably fucking hot around his cock, and at the same time he can feel his own want boiling in his chest, desire running molten through his veins. jack looks so fucking good, it's hard to look away, but vane is compelled to kiss him again even as he starts to fuck up into him, faster, an arm around jack's waist pulling him down into it.
somewhere on the edge of his thoughts is a lingering ribbon of fear. more than once now, he's had the prospect of building something with jack - whatever thing it might have been - ripped away from him, and the opportunities to make up for it keep slipping away with little regard for his own intentions. it was easier to bear in nassau, with survival at stake and the bigger picture to worry about. it's so much worse in duplicity. they got so much further here, only to lose nearly all of it in an instant.
whatever happens next, it won't be the same, and vane doesn't know what it will ask from him to adapt. the determination to do so will have to see him through.
either way, that's a concern for the charles vane of tomorrow, the one who likely won't have jack rackham bouncing on his dick and driving every other thought out of his head. wanting the leverage to fuck him deeper, vane wraps his arms around jack and rolls them sideways, driving him down onto the couch, the twist of his hips as he settles pressing jack's legs insistently apart. and almost without thinking about it, vane finds his hands and draws them up over his head, pinning them there with his own weight as he ducks his head for another kiss, this one slower and deeper.
he starts to thrust again, just as slow, building it back up, angling in to work his cock over the sensitive spot that will make jack's body vibrate underneath his.]
[ It wonât be the same. It canât be the same. Jack has never had the luxury of wallowing in the past â it informs him, it motivates him, it provides the context for what heâs doing today, but heâs always got his eyes on tomorrow. What this will be tomorrow, exactly, isnât clear right now, but itâll be better than it was this morning. Better than it was yesterday, when Jack was caught up so deeply in the panic of how to make it work at all.Â
It's hard to be anything but optimistic right now, while he's gasping with pleasure around his cock. He doesn't even resist being flipped onto his back, besides the weakest, obligatory struggle at his wrists when he's pinned, but he doesn't have it in him to put much effort into it. This new angle is too good for him to do anything that might fuck it up, so he takes it, groaning desperately into the other man's mouth. ]
Charles.
[ He doesn't know what he means to say, other than his name, but the slow drag of his cock makes him shiver, mouth open and eyes glassy, before just squeezing shut. It keeps Jack connected to him, even after only depriving himself of the sight of him for a few seconds. Like he can absorb him that way, prove again that he's really here and alive to the part of his brain that's still stuck in mourning, unable to believe it.
Jack brings his legs up around Charles' hips, urging him closer despite the tremble that's starting to set into them. He's not sure if the slower pace is less overwhelming or even moreso, having the time to luxuriate in every thrust, but it's different for them. The variety is nice.
[the sound that he makes is definitely a purr, pressing it into the kiss with a deep thrust to punctuate it, his grip flexing on jack before the kiss finally breaks, and when it does there's a trace of a smile on his face, wicked and pleased, his gaze molten hot.
he nuzzles into the other man's cheek, down his jaw, lips parted.]
Oh, I love it when you say my name like that.
[vane lets go of jack's wrists so he can slide both arms around him, burying one hand back into those dark curls, except this time he doesn't try to keep him still or control his movement. it's just to touch, dragging his fingers through for a handful that relaxes, while he presses his mouth to jack's neck to leave a hungry trail of red blooms.
it lets him keep his thrusts slow, heavy, focusing on the pleasure of it and how badly he wants to brand them both with each other. they would have fucked like this before he disappeared, just because it feels good. the relief of it now is just a sharper edge on everything.]
[ He grins, hard for Charles to see with his face pressed into his jaw, and hard for Jack to resist with the kind of affirmation that had gone largely unspoken, before. Once it had been revealed in this place that Charles wanted him, it suddenly clicked into place, became obvious. He could read it, he could see it in his eyes and feel it in the way he touched him, he didn't need to be told.
But he likes it, feeling desirable. It feels like the highest compliment in the world, coming from him, knowing that just the sound of his voice turns him on. Some part of him, too, likes knowing that he's got something on him, since he feels so utterly defenseless against him when they're like this. Charles could pin him down or choke him, fuck him slow and sweet or quick and dirty, and he'd accept any of it, love all of it. As long as he doesn't stop. ]
Charles.
[ Again, just to be cheeky, but it's breathier now, as he gets lost deeper and deeper in the blissful stretch, the hot mouth working at his neck. With his hands free, Jack wraps his arms around Charles in turn, grabbing desperately at his shoulders, leaving little half-moon prints with his nails, not enough to break skin, but enough to make himself clear. Stay. ]
I want to feel you-- [ A strangled groan, as his legs lose their ability to keep Charles close, and heat coils deeper and more intensely in his gut. ] The whole way home.
[that teasing repeat of the sound he loves works like a charm. vane doesn't even bother to hide the effect it has on him, which would be difficult anyway since he's already inside jack when his dick throbs like that, but so much the better.
yeah. this should be something they're both feeling later.
he arches his back into the bite of fingernails, wanting to feel those later too - the marks that sting in water are the best kinds. and without pulling back he starts to thrust faster, harder, moaning into the crook of jack's shoulder before another bite that holds on longer. let him feel that when he gets home, and every other mark, and how full he is right now, so that his whole body is ringing with it long after this morning.
it's when he twists one hand between them to wrap around jack's cock that vane decides he wants to see his face again, and he pushes himself up, braced against the arm of the couch. he looks at jack like he's already deciding what to do with him next, fucking him into the grip on his cock, into his prostate.]
[ Jack doesn't come on command. He's not a submissive person, by designation or by nature, and he's especially touchy about seeming so with Charles, given his long history of jockeying for his esteem, and his current state of having his cock inside him. So, he could finish with just those words growled into the space between them, but he doesn't.
He holds out another thirty seconds or so, moaning and cursing at the same time as he spills into the other's hand, looking up into his eyes with his own consumed with something fiery and molten. Something more consuming than just lust, clenching around Charles as if he can pull him into himself, so he can't disappear on him again. Jack moves with him, his fingers carding through his lover's long hair, refusing to go limp until he's followed him over the edge. ]
[he doesn't have to wait long. vane has nothing to prove - if he isn't making it doubly fucking clear how turned on he is by jack like this, then neither one of them is having as good a time as they could be.
jack could have made him wait as long as he could physically manage, and in the end he still gets exactly what he wanted.
it rips a moan out of him when he feels jack come, gripping his cock so fucking tight that he has to be careful not to do the same to jack's. but he keeps fucking him, and he milks the spasming cock in his hand with firm strokes through it, until his fingers and jack's stomach are a mess; then vane presses the same come-streaked hand against jack's chest, weighing his body down, right where he can be the sole object of the same fierce, blown-out desire in vane's eyes before the next deep thrust spills over inside him. and the ones after it, as vane groans in pleasure, as his own heart threatens to pound his ribs into dust.]
[ Jack loves the mess. There's something dirty and primal about it that he always likes, and that with the weight of him pressing into his chest and fucking him through it has him riding the wave of that orgasm longer than he has any right to. His mind and body are nothing but burning-hot pleasure, even after he hears the groan that tells him Charles has taken his, feels him pulse inside him and leave even more mess.
He pulls him down to kiss him again, chest still heaving too much for it to be particularly skillful, but it seems important, in his sex-addled brain, to show the same affection in the denouement as he had before. A softer, slower kiss, the hunger having been sated, but no less passionate, or less needy - after all, he's got his legs hooked behind him again, not ready for him to pull out. ]
[the messy, barely coordinated kiss that follows sends another plume of heat through his whole body, but this time it converges inside his chest instead of his cock, giving him a pleasantly lightheaded sensation, like a low-grade high on top of the warm, melted pleasure of release. there's no space between them this time, not like months ago, when they might have caught their breath separately and were still figuring out how to acknowledge what just happened without naming it.
it's a good incentive to slide an arm around jack's shoulders and pull him tighter, answering that kiss as thoroughly as he can, even as they catch enough panting breaths to smooth it out a little more. he's not going anywhere yet. not even when his head swims, and the kiss breaks, and he drops his forehead against jack's shoulder, letting out a heavy sigh.]
[ Even when Charles shifts, the weight in his chest doesn't go away, it's just tugging from inside of him instead of pressing from outside. It's a warm, comfortable feeling, like a weighted blanket keeping him cozy from within.
Charles laying on him is nice, too, his beard scratching against Jack's chin as the pleasure slowly fades, his breath against his neck as he settles against his shoulder, his hair between his fingers as he goes from gripping it to slowly stroking through it, nails raking against his scalp. All of it feels good. It's an intimacy that's still new, and long overdue, at that. ]
Well, it's not your fault you blew the first one. Suppose you're owed one.
[ He's got a jaunty, teasing lilt to his voice, as he shifts, not anywhere near ready to shove Charles off, but getting comfortable, pressed into the couch. Jack presses a kiss to the top of his head, because...well, because. He's still too wrapped up in it to actually examine the reasons he's softer than he was before. It's been a while, is all. ]
[that soft little kiss has such an intimate weight to it, dropping like an anchor right through him. the instinct to guard himself against it is still there. but it's quieter now, merely a low murmur of defense that's easy to cast aside. if it weren't for jack, he's not sure he'd even know what trust feels like. either he's in it now, or he's not.
besides, those nails in his hair are gonna make him melt.
he only adjusts himself enough to fit them better, settling when jack does with a sound of satisfaction. he turns his head a little to press a slow, gently suckling kiss against jack's neck, before finally relaxing into the lazy comfort of it, running his own fingers up the back of jack's head, into his hair.]
You've got a hell of a head start, but I'll catch up.
[jack and anne have had a year to settle here and have done so to a degree that vane can barely comprehend. but while it may not be what he ever wanted for himself, as an afterlife goes, it's not too bad at all. this moment in particularly is pretty fucking worth it, as he runs his thumb over the lean angle of jack's shoulder.]
[ Jack cranes his neck subtly to the side, letting him have at it, as long as he's not gnawing at him. Now that he's settled down a bit, and his head is back on his shoulders instead of rolling around in the clowns, the ache is starting to catch up to him. ]
There's a bed, you know. You're welcome to it.
[ They obviously didn't make it that far this time, but. For future reference. Or napping. He holds his tongue from going any further into that, having already promised to put an end to any contract talk...which is fine. For the best, if they give this room to breathe, without weighing it down with the rules and the bullshit of this place. Or so he's justifying it to himself, after the fact. ]
Cigarette?
[ In his coat, which he can't reach with Charles splayed out on top of him. ]
Yeah, I'm gonna get you in it before I let you leave.
[if it sounds like a threat, that's just how his voice is. he's not in a rush to leave the couch, and even when they get to the bed, what they do in it is negotiable. but he's determined to claim a share of jack's time, and not get shortchanged on it besides.
the offer of a cigarette gets him moving, though.]
Ugh, thank fuck for that.
[he languidly disengages, twisting himself half-upright to swipe jack's coat up from where it had landed mercifully within reach. it takes him a few seconds of patting around the pockets for cigarettes and a lighter.]
You have any idea what became of that box of tobacco I had? [the one he and jack had hand-selected from one of duplicity's shops, in something like their first accidental version of a date.]
Iâve still got a few hours, until I need to be at the Neptune.
[ Listen, give Jack a little time, and the range of activities they can get up to in there expands significantly, but right now, heâs content to share in the body heat. Thereâs a softness now, to the after, that wasnât always there. The first few times, Jack had scrambled to take back his dignity when the deed was done, and Charles had seemed frustrated about something that, at the time, Jack couldnât figure out. That all seems like a waste of time, now. ]
I think Anneâs still got the box. Weâll have to refill it, though, I wasnât going to let it go to waste.
[that surprises him; he genuinely expected that some of his belongings just evaporated into the ether when he did. it was a good collection, definitely shouldn't have gone to waste, and refilling it one way or the other won't be a hardship. makes him smile a little, mostly to himself.
he takes the first puff of the cigarette after lighting it, but then passes it to jack, draping an arm across one long leg. yes, he could probably light a cigarette for each of them, but it's an old habit not to burn too quickly through a stash of something good - besides, there's intimacy in this sort of ritual that is only easy, and they have so few of those associated with this new thing, still. for a minute he doesn't even say anything, just looking at jack, satisfied by the sight of him, all marked up and messy and relaxed.]
[ He doesn't mind passing it. A long time ago, Jack only really smoked with Charles anyway, much preferring the drowsy calm of liquor. In his time here, he's needed to pick up another coping mechanism, so it isn't always such a social affair, but that's what it started as. It's like returning to his roots, sharing a cigarette with Charles after a year in Duplicity, even with so much of this, from the lightbulb overhead to the sticky feeling rolling down his thighs, being far too new to let him get lost in nostalgia. ]
Oh, God, fuck off. [ He chuckles with the cigarette still between his lips, coughing out the smoke as he nudges Charles off to look in the mirror on the opposite wall. ] Or I've been mauled by some beast. Hell's wrong with you?
[ He tries to put on an air of annoyance, but what should be topped off with a growl, he can only muster a smile for. There's something distinctly careless about standing around naked, freshly fucked and gone soft with a smoke in his mouth, that makes it hard to truly feel defensive about it. ]
Know a witch who can make me presentable again. No matter.
[vane just lounges right where he is as jack departs the couch, unrepentantly admiring his bare ass and the streaks of come on his thighs, to say nothing of the evidence of said mauling. but when jack returns, he stands up to meet him, taking the cigarette and inhaling with a pointedly raised eyebrow.]
I didn't start it.
[thus simultaneously acknowledging two unspoken things: one, that it was irving; and two, that it was a competition. but hell, if jack 'knows a witch'...]
Which means you made a choice to come see me looking like that.
[his knuckles bump jack's chest as he hands the cigarette back. important to note: he doesn't look pissed. but he is using his 'fuck around and find out' voice. make of that what you will.]
Could feel you getting impatient, even over the phone.
[ Okay, caught red-handed. But consider, Nate might have better shit to do than get himself involved in Jack's stupid romantic dramas yet again. That's not the reason, though, and they both know it, so Jack won't insult him by pretending. He could have done a better job of hiding it, but he chose to flaunt it, just as much for the joy in being marked by Irving as it was to provoke Charles into doing the same. And Jesus, did he. ]
My neck won't play host to any more proxy battles between you if I'm going to look like I've been attacked, after. Enough of that.
[look: if it was a real battle he wanted, that wouldn't even be a question. he certainly wouldn't warn jack about it, or ask his permission. so jack could always consider snippy sarcasm about it to be another step on the road to acceptance.
it's a far cry away from making nice with jack's other lover, but it's also a far cry from actually trying to murder him.]
If he tries to call me out, I'll come.
[let that be known, as well, as he flattens his hand against jack's chest and gives him a deliberate push in the direction of the bedroom: he has every intention of respecting jack's desire not to take sides, but a challenge requires an answer. whether it's obvious, or hidden like morse code in the marks on jack's body, left for the next pair of hands to find.]
Unless you think you can give me a good enough reason not to.
[ In the same warning tone as âare you going to make me?â, that implies Charles wonât be happy with the result without saying so outright. Even as a joke, the idea of them at each otherâs throats stresses him out enough that his next drag is a long one, eyes not leaving the other man even as he exhales. He got lucky, he realizes, that between John and Anne, the former would rather avoid conflict and the latter can tolerate just about anything, if it makes Jack happy. Charles isnât so simple as that.
He steps back, with the push, and swats his hand away, blowing smoke into the face of his former captain. He might be easily provoked by a handful of love bits, but whatever it is heâs trying to pull out of Jack wonât come so easily. ]
He doesnât want to fight you, Charles. If he could pretend you donât exist, he probably would, but he knows too much to do that. Told him about you, when I thought you werenât coming back.
[so much for teasing. jack has never really been a pushover in their relationship, even when he had to resort to ingratiation to keep vane from losing his temper. but this swift, sharp defensiveness is new.
if anyone else had tried to slap his hand and blow cigarette smoke in his face, he'd already be putting the embers out in their eye. but it's jack doing it. new, and deeply unpleasant.
if he was grinning before, he's not now, but instead of getting angry he just looks at jack for a moment, taking his measure with seven months and a new partner added to the scales. then he takes the cigarette, and puts it in his mouth before turning away to head into the kitchen instead.]
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but there's a better concession in the way the next kiss has no teeth behind it, his mouth slipping across jack's stomach, fumbling the little bottle open one-and-a-half-handed because he refuses to take the finger out. just moments later there's a slick mess dribbling down over it, smearing, pressing inside jack when vane drives that finger deeper.]
Been a while, Jack?
[jack should not be fooled by the purr of it - he is blindingly turned on by the very idea of having to ask. he tosses the lube aside on the couch and runs an open palm up jack's lean frame, curling around the back of his neck, dragging him down for a hungrier kiss.]
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It's better, slicked up, instead of hissing when his finger's back in he groans, needy and eager. Jack raises his hips to give him better access, and leans into him, like he could melt against his warm chest, and stick to him so closely he can't be scrubbed off. He reaches for the lube and squirts some into his hand, before he starts stroking Charles' cock with it. ]
No one else can touch me like you.
[ Because he won't let them, or they're not capable, he doesn't specify. Later that night, when he's lying awake in bed, he'll cringe about how nakedly sentimental it sounds, but right now, it's just the truth. His brain doesn't have the function to try to obscure that, only to want, and fuck himself back on the other's fingers. ]
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his response is a tighter grip, a rougher, biting kiss, and a second finger pressing in with the first, his approach certainly not what one could call tender but indicating enough concern for jack's well being that sheer arousal doesn't win out yet, no matter how badly vane wants to fuck him now. (extremely. just the touch of jack's hand on his cock makes his hips jerk underneath him, biting back a sharp groan that vibrates from one throat to the other.)
but with everything - despite everything - it's the weight and warmth of jack's body sinking into his own that does the most.
one more ravishing kiss, and then vane's hand catches the back of jack's neck again, tangling in his hair and pulling his head back. both fingers slide out of him, so vane can take hold of his cock and guide it to jack's hole instead - and he keeps jack's head right there, right where he can see his face, wanting to watch the shape his mouth makes on the first flex that opens him up. and the next one, when vane thrusts deeper into him, dragging his hips down onto his cock. and the next.]
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How the hell did they manage to deny themselves for so long?
His reaction to Jack's pleases him more than he could say even if his mind were not reduced to mush by lust, which has him smirking into that rough, devouring kiss until the moment his head's pulled back. He growls with the compound disappointment of the heat from Charles' tongue and the stretch of his fingers both disappearing on him, but he gives the other man what he wants, a heated stare, glassy from the same arousal that's smearing pre against his lover's abs as he shifts into position to take him.
The first thing Jack's mouth does after he presses into him is clench shut, his lower lip catches between his teeth in a desperate attempt not to go immediately slack-jawed and moaning from mindless pleasure, but that fight's over before it's begun. It feels too fucking good to bother, all of it, the thick cock stretching him out and dragging along his insides just where he wants it, the strong hands on his hips manhandling him into place, and maybe most overwhelming of all, the way Charles looks at him, like he's never wanted anything more than this.
It's searing, but he can't look away. ]
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somewhere on the edge of his thoughts is a lingering ribbon of fear. more than once now, he's had the prospect of building something with jack - whatever thing it might have been - ripped away from him, and the opportunities to make up for it keep slipping away with little regard for his own intentions. it was easier to bear in nassau, with survival at stake and the bigger picture to worry about. it's so much worse in duplicity. they got so much further here, only to lose nearly all of it in an instant.
whatever happens next, it won't be the same, and vane doesn't know what it will ask from him to adapt. the determination to do so will have to see him through.
either way, that's a concern for the charles vane of tomorrow, the one who likely won't have jack rackham bouncing on his dick and driving every other thought out of his head. wanting the leverage to fuck him deeper, vane wraps his arms around jack and rolls them sideways, driving him down onto the couch, the twist of his hips as he settles pressing jack's legs insistently apart. and almost without thinking about it, vane finds his hands and draws them up over his head, pinning them there with his own weight as he ducks his head for another kiss, this one slower and deeper.
he starts to thrust again, just as slow, building it back up, angling in to work his cock over the sensitive spot that will make jack's body vibrate underneath his.]
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It's hard to be anything but optimistic right now, while he's gasping with pleasure around his cock. He doesn't even resist being flipped onto his back, besides the weakest, obligatory struggle at his wrists when he's pinned, but he doesn't have it in him to put much effort into it. This new angle is too good for him to do anything that might fuck it up, so he takes it, groaning desperately into the other man's mouth. ]
Charles.
[ He doesn't know what he means to say, other than his name, but the slow drag of his cock makes him shiver, mouth open and eyes glassy, before just squeezing shut. It keeps Jack connected to him, even after only depriving himself of the sight of him for a few seconds. Like he can absorb him that way, prove again that he's really here and alive to the part of his brain that's still stuck in mourning, unable to believe it.
Jack brings his legs up around Charles' hips, urging him closer despite the tremble that's starting to set into them. He's not sure if the slower pace is less overwhelming or even moreso, having the time to luxuriate in every thrust, but it's different for them. The variety is nice.
And it keeps him from coming too quickly. ]
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he nuzzles into the other man's cheek, down his jaw, lips parted.]
Oh, I love it when you say my name like that.
[vane lets go of jack's wrists so he can slide both arms around him, burying one hand back into those dark curls, except this time he doesn't try to keep him still or control his movement. it's just to touch, dragging his fingers through for a handful that relaxes, while he presses his mouth to jack's neck to leave a hungry trail of red blooms.
it lets him keep his thrusts slow, heavy, focusing on the pleasure of it and how badly he wants to brand them both with each other. they would have fucked like this before he disappeared, just because it feels good. the relief of it now is just a sharper edge on everything.]
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But he likes it, feeling desirable. It feels like the highest compliment in the world, coming from him, knowing that just the sound of his voice turns him on. Some part of him, too, likes knowing that he's got something on him, since he feels so utterly defenseless against him when they're like this. Charles could pin him down or choke him, fuck him slow and sweet or quick and dirty, and he'd accept any of it, love all of it. As long as he doesn't stop. ]
Charles.
[ Again, just to be cheeky, but it's breathier now, as he gets lost deeper and deeper in the blissful stretch, the hot mouth working at his neck. With his hands free, Jack wraps his arms around Charles in turn, grabbing desperately at his shoulders, leaving little half-moon prints with his nails, not enough to break skin, but enough to make himself clear. Stay. ]
I want to feel you-- [ A strangled groan, as his legs lose their ability to keep Charles close, and heat coils deeper and more intensely in his gut. ] The whole way home.
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yeah. this should be something they're both feeling later.
he arches his back into the bite of fingernails, wanting to feel those later too - the marks that sting in water are the best kinds. and without pulling back he starts to thrust faster, harder, moaning into the crook of jack's shoulder before another bite that holds on longer. let him feel that when he gets home, and every other mark, and how full he is right now, so that his whole body is ringing with it long after this morning.
it's when he twists one hand between them to wrap around jack's cock that vane decides he wants to see his face again, and he pushes himself up, braced against the arm of the couch. he looks at jack like he's already deciding what to do with him next, fucking him into the grip on his cock, into his prostate.]
I want you to come with my cock inside you.
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He holds out another thirty seconds or so, moaning and cursing at the same time as he spills into the other's hand, looking up into his eyes with his own consumed with something fiery and molten. Something more consuming than just lust, clenching around Charles as if he can pull him into himself, so he can't disappear on him again. Jack moves with him, his fingers carding through his lover's long hair, refusing to go limp until he's followed him over the edge. ]
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jack could have made him wait as long as he could physically manage, and in the end he still gets exactly what he wanted.
it rips a moan out of him when he feels jack come, gripping his cock so fucking tight that he has to be careful not to do the same to jack's. but he keeps fucking him, and he milks the spasming cock in his hand with firm strokes through it, until his fingers and jack's stomach are a mess; then vane presses the same come-streaked hand against jack's chest, weighing his body down, right where he can be the sole object of the same fierce, blown-out desire in vane's eyes before the next deep thrust spills over inside him. and the ones after it, as vane groans in pleasure, as his own heart threatens to pound his ribs into dust.]
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He pulls him down to kiss him again, chest still heaving too much for it to be particularly skillful, but it seems important, in his sex-addled brain, to show the same affection in the denouement as he had before. A softer, slower kiss, the hunger having been sated, but no less passionate, or less needy - after all, he's got his legs hooked behind him again, not ready for him to pull out. ]
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it's a good incentive to slide an arm around jack's shoulders and pull him tighter, answering that kiss as thoroughly as he can, even as they catch enough panting breaths to smooth it out a little more. he's not going anywhere yet. not even when his head swims, and the kiss breaks, and he drops his forehead against jack's shoulder, letting out a heavy sigh.]
Second chance, then.
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Charles laying on him is nice, too, his beard scratching against Jack's chin as the pleasure slowly fades, his breath against his neck as he settles against his shoulder, his hair between his fingers as he goes from gripping it to slowly stroking through it, nails raking against his scalp. All of it feels good. It's an intimacy that's still new, and long overdue, at that. ]
Well, it's not your fault you blew the first one. Suppose you're owed one.
[ He's got a jaunty, teasing lilt to his voice, as he shifts, not anywhere near ready to shove Charles off, but getting comfortable, pressed into the couch. Jack presses a kiss to the top of his head, because...well, because. He's still too wrapped up in it to actually examine the reasons he's softer than he was before. It's been a while, is all. ]
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besides, those nails in his hair are gonna make him melt.
he only adjusts himself enough to fit them better, settling when jack does with a sound of satisfaction. he turns his head a little to press a slow, gently suckling kiss against jack's neck, before finally relaxing into the lazy comfort of it, running his own fingers up the back of jack's head, into his hair.]
You've got a hell of a head start, but I'll catch up.
[jack and anne have had a year to settle here and have done so to a degree that vane can barely comprehend. but while it may not be what he ever wanted for himself, as an afterlife goes, it's not too bad at all. this moment in particularly is pretty fucking worth it, as he runs his thumb over the lean angle of jack's shoulder.]
Gonna put me to sleep first, though.
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There's a bed, you know. You're welcome to it.
[ They obviously didn't make it that far this time, but. For future reference. Or napping. He holds his tongue from going any further into that, having already promised to put an end to any contract talk...which is fine. For the best, if they give this room to breathe, without weighing it down with the rules and the bullshit of this place. Or so he's justifying it to himself, after the fact. ]
Cigarette?
[ In his coat, which he can't reach with Charles splayed out on top of him. ]
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[if it sounds like a threat, that's just how his voice is. he's not in a rush to leave the couch, and even when they get to the bed, what they do in it is negotiable. but he's determined to claim a share of jack's time, and not get shortchanged on it besides.
the offer of a cigarette gets him moving, though.]
Ugh, thank fuck for that.
[he languidly disengages, twisting himself half-upright to swipe jack's coat up from where it had landed mercifully within reach. it takes him a few seconds of patting around the pockets for cigarettes and a lighter.]
You have any idea what became of that box of tobacco I had? [the one he and jack had hand-selected from one of duplicity's shops, in something like their first accidental version of a date.]
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[ Listen, give Jack a little time, and the range of activities they can get up to in there expands significantly, but right now, heâs content to share in the body heat. Thereâs a softness now, to the after, that wasnât always there. The first few times, Jack had scrambled to take back his dignity when the deed was done, and Charles had seemed frustrated about something that, at the time, Jack couldnât figure out. That all seems like a waste of time, now. ]
I think Anneâs still got the box. Weâll have to refill it, though, I wasnât going to let it go to waste.
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he takes the first puff of the cigarette after lighting it, but then passes it to jack, draping an arm across one long leg. yes, he could probably light a cigarette for each of them, but it's an old habit not to burn too quickly through a stash of something good - besides, there's intimacy in this sort of ritual that is only easy, and they have so few of those associated with this new thing, still. for a minute he doesn't even say anything, just looking at jack, satisfied by the sight of him, all marked up and messy and relaxed.]
You look like you fucked an octopus.
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Oh, God, fuck off. [ He chuckles with the cigarette still between his lips, coughing out the smoke as he nudges Charles off to look in the mirror on the opposite wall. ] Or I've been mauled by some beast. Hell's wrong with you?
[ He tries to put on an air of annoyance, but what should be topped off with a growl, he can only muster a smile for. There's something distinctly careless about standing around naked, freshly fucked and gone soft with a smoke in his mouth, that makes it hard to truly feel defensive about it. ]
Know a witch who can make me presentable again. No matter.
[ He returns, and holds the cigarette out. ]
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I didn't start it.
[thus simultaneously acknowledging two unspoken things: one, that it was irving; and two, that it was a competition. but hell, if jack 'knows a witch'...]
Which means you made a choice to come see me looking like that.
[his knuckles bump jack's chest as he hands the cigarette back. important to note: he doesn't look pissed. but he is using his 'fuck around and find out' voice. make of that what you will.]
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[ Okay, caught red-handed. But consider, Nate might have better shit to do than get himself involved in Jack's stupid romantic dramas yet again. That's not the reason, though, and they both know it, so Jack won't insult him by pretending. He could have done a better job of hiding it, but he chose to flaunt it, just as much for the joy in being marked by Irving as it was to provoke Charles into doing the same. And Jesus, did he. ]
My neck won't play host to any more proxy battles between you if I'm going to look like I've been attacked, after. Enough of that.
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[look: if it was a real battle he wanted, that wouldn't even be a question. he certainly wouldn't warn jack about it, or ask his permission. so jack could always consider snippy sarcasm about it to be another step on the road to acceptance.
it's a far cry away from making nice with jack's other lover, but it's also a far cry from actually trying to murder him.]
If he tries to call me out, I'll come.
[let that be known, as well, as he flattens his hand against jack's chest and gives him a deliberate push in the direction of the bedroom: he has every intention of respecting jack's desire not to take sides, but a challenge requires an answer. whether it's obvious, or hidden like morse code in the marks on jack's body, left for the next pair of hands to find.]
Unless you think you can give me a good enough reason not to.
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[ In the same warning tone as âare you going to make me?â, that implies Charles wonât be happy with the result without saying so outright. Even as a joke, the idea of them at each otherâs throats stresses him out enough that his next drag is a long one, eyes not leaving the other man even as he exhales. He got lucky, he realizes, that between John and Anne, the former would rather avoid conflict and the latter can tolerate just about anything, if it makes Jack happy. Charles isnât so simple as that.
He steps back, with the push, and swats his hand away, blowing smoke into the face of his former captain. He might be easily provoked by a handful of love bits, but whatever it is heâs trying to pull out of Jack wonât come so easily. ]
He doesnât want to fight you, Charles. If he could pretend you donât exist, he probably would, but he knows too much to do that. Told him about you, when I thought you werenât coming back.
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if anyone else had tried to slap his hand and blow cigarette smoke in his face, he'd already be putting the embers out in their eye. but it's jack doing it. new, and deeply unpleasant.
if he was grinning before, he's not now, but instead of getting angry he just looks at jack for a moment, taking his measure with seven months and a new partner added to the scales. then he takes the cigarette, and puts it in his mouth before turning away to head into the kitchen instead.]
Good. I want him to know I exist.
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