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[rudeandginger]

For anyone who needed me-





I'LL BE AT THE BAR











[ooc: Turlough maybe be starting to become a familiar freckly face at the shadier bars in town, above ground and under. Please do come find him/judge his life choices.]

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[rudeandginger]

[Turlough uses the opportunity to deepen the kiss. There's a bump behind him which probably means they've walked into a wall, but he's far to preoccupied with the alcohol still buzzing in his brain and how warm and solid Jack feels under his hands.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[Jack notices that they've hit the wall, but that isn't going to stop him either. He presses bodily against Turlough, hands running all over him, knee pressing between his legs, and pushes desperately into the kiss. He still doesn't know exactly what he's doing, or if he's doing any of this right at all, but he does know that he wants nothing more than this right now.]

[rudeandginger]

[Oh, things are right. In fact, they're more right than they've been since Turlough got dumped in this place. He's being pressed against the wall so hard that it takes nothing for him to lift both feet off the ground and wrap them around his waist, giving an encouraging moan at the new pressure on his cock.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[He makes a surprised noise at the sudden change in position, and quickly moves his hands to help hold Turlough up. He's still pressed just as hard against against him, still taking all he has not to just groan and grind wantonly against him, but he has to stop now; he has no idea where to go from here. He swallows hard, catches his breath, and leans his forehead against him.]

Turlough, I... [Jack knows it's ridiculous, given that there's no way Turlough doesn't know this by now, but it's still difficult to admit.] I've never done this before.

[rudeandginger]

I remember.

[He's breathing hard as well, hair mussed and tie at an angle and looking generally debauched. He's pressed hard enough against the wall that he can venture one hand down to Jack's belt.]

We could begin with the familiar part.

[wouldnotkindly]

[Jack takes a sharp breath when he feels where that hand is headed, and he releases it with a shiver as he grinds against him.]

Okay.

[rudeandginger]

[He has to put his feet back down on solid ground first and then he's lowering his fly and pulling him free. Christ, he really is big all over. He remembers what it was like to have that cock in his mouth and it makes him give Jack and positively evil grin as he starts stroking him.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[Now that he's finally being touched, finally feeling Turlough's hand on him again, Jack can do nothing but give a loud moan and push his hips against him. He presses his forehead to the wall before dropping down to Turlough's shoulder, and his hands are still gripping him as hard as before; he already wants more than this, even though he doesn't know how much he can take.]

[rudeandginger]

Easy.

[He threads his delicate fingers around Jack's neck, holding him there. He presses a few more kisses along his jawline and ear, softer than before. He can feel how tense he is and keeps his hand steady, just for now. He's been more 'first times' than he can think of, and he knows the drill. Too much too soon and he's finishing himself off in the bathroom afterwards.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[He takes a deep breath then, and despite the shakiness that he still can't quite hold back, he mostly succeeds. He lets his grip on him relax, breathes slowly against his neck, tries to keep himself grounded and rocks more gently with the movement of Turlough's hand.]

I— I'm trying.

[rudeandginger]

How much do you want me?

[He tugs at his earlobe again with his teeth.]

Because the bed is completely optional in my opinion.

[wouldnotkindly]

I...

[He starts to answer that in earnest, but the idea of sex — his idea of sex, anyway — anywhere other than a bed is too novel for him to finish that thought.]

Is it really?

[rudeandginger]

Good answer.

[He came prepared, obviously. There's a condom and package of lube in his pocket. He doesn't let go of Jack's cock until he's down on his knees, giving him a quick suck before he pulls off to roll it on him. He's a faster worker, what can he say.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[Jack makes a noise close to a yelp when he feels Turlough's mouth on him; of all things, he wasn't expecting that. But he looks down to watch him after that, shivering as Turlough stretches the condom onto him; he's never felt anything like it, not down there.]

Are you sure it'll fit? [He'd be blushing more if there weren't some genuine concern behind the question.]

[rudeandginger]

Someone has a keen opinion of their own merits.

[He gives Jack another one of his wolfish grins as he rolls it the rest of the way on. He sucks just on the head again, tasting the difference against his tongue, before he stands up again. The lube comes out next, just a little tube of it in his trousers pockets.]

I could use some help here, you know.

[He leans back against the wall, canting his hips forward.]

[wouldnotkindly]

No, I just--

[But he's cut off by another moan when Turlough sucks on him again. It feels strange this time, different, but still unbelievably good, and he's just holding himself back from rocking into it when Turlough pulls back and stands again.

He licks his lips and stares at him then, eyes flickering between his face and his hips as he tries to figure out just what he means.]

With what?

[rudeandginger]

[You are seconds away from an eye-roll.]

Trousers. They need to be open as well. You do have an idea of what we're doing, don't you?

[wouldnotkindly]

Oh--

[Excellent, now he feels like an idiot. He tries to compensate for it by getting his pants off as quickly as he can, but his fingers fumble with the fly before he manages to get them open enough to start tugging them down.

Once he does, though, he stares down at Turlough for a moment, then lets his hands settle at his hips again and lifts his eyes to watch what he's doing.]

[rudeandginger]

[He hikes one leg up, nudging at Jack to take hold of it as he slicks up his fingers.]

Quick learner.

[His free hand winds around Jack's neck, keeping himself grounded as he slips the first finger inside.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[Jack doesn't need much prompting before he grabs onto his leg, fingers wrapping around his thigh as he stares down again. His eyes widen in a mixture of surprise and fascination as he watches Turlough's hand; this is the part he didn't know about.]

What are you doing?

[rudeandginger]

You can't just go in there without any preparation. Well, you can actually, but I tend to regret that in the morning.

[He cuts himself to drop his head onto Jack's shoulder again, moaning.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[He wraps his free arm around the smaller man, trying to further help hold him in place, and lets his hand slide up to lightly rub the nape of his neck. He's still watching, though, still staring down at Turlough working himself open, only looking away when he turns his head to kiss him again. He's been trying so damned hard to keep himself from getting too worked up, but he can't keep himself from wanting more of this.]

[rudeandginger]

[He pulls his hands free when Jack kisses him, bunching into his sweater and holding on as a new wave of arousal courses through him. Jack may be getting worked up, but at least he's not alone. He pulls back just a fraction, breath panting, so he can look him in the eyes.]

Are you ready?

[wouldnotkindly]

[Jack isn't exactly a fan of direct eye contact. But even as aroused as he is, even with the warm body half-wound around him and just waiting to be fucked — by him, something his rational mind can still scarcely believe — he doesn't let his gaze fall away as he nods in response.]

Ready.

[rudeandginger]

[Turlough kisses him again before he turns around, bracing both hands against the wall.]

Come on.