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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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[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.

[wouldnotkindly]

[Jack nods again, and tries to swallow down his nerves as he settles his hands at Turlough's hips.

Right. He can do this. He still doesn't know exactly what he's doing, but he can do this.

He takes a deep breath as he takes himself in hand, lines himself up, and carefully starts to push into him.]

[rudeandginger]

[Turlough's knuckles turn white against the wall as he feels himself being slowly opened up. Usually it doesn't take much prep with him, but it really has been a while and Jack has a good amount going for him. He tries his best to stay quiet but a slight gasp comes out and he has to lean his head against his arms through the rest of it.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[A choked gasp escapes him when he's finally in. The tightness, the heat, the feeling of being inside Turlough — it feels so unbelievably good, even more than the feel of his mouth on him, so much better than anything else he's ever felt before.

He moans, long and low, as he presses his face into the crook of Turlough's shoulder, and keeps one hand at his hip while the other wraps around to slide up his chest. He doesn't know if he should start moving yet, but he can't help slightly rocking his hips, trying to push further into him.]

[rudeandginger]

[It still hurts, but Turlough's never let that stop him before. He rocks back into him, eliciting another gasp.]

Go on. Move.

[wouldnotkindly]

[Jack groans into his neck at that, and his fingers dig into his chest as he rocks harder into him. God, but this feels so good.]

Like this? [He only barely gets the words out, half-muffled against Turlough's skin.]

[rudeandginger]

Yes. Keep going.

[He reaches down to hold his own dick and the arousal pulses through him. He has a feeling this encounter will be of the fast and dirty variety, and he pumps himself with the rhythm.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[He does as he's told, thrusting harder into him and groaning even louder. His other hand snakes up from Turlough's hip to run over his side, his stomach, back up to his chest and he keeps rubbing him all the while. He doesn't know how much he can keep up like this, or how hard he can go without hurting him, but he wants to savor the feel of him, both under his hands and wrapped around his cock, as long as he can.]

[rudeandginger]

[Those hands around him feel magnificent - hot and needy and everything he was hoping for. He tilts his head back to rest of Jack's shoulder, sliding further onto him than before as he winds one arms around his neck.]

[wouldnotkindly]

Turlough—

[The name comes out in a low moan, and the arm around his neck encourages Jack to buck sharply into him. He kisses Turlough's neck, mouthing over and pressing his tongue against as much of him as he can reach, his breath coming hard and fast as his movements start to turn desperate. It's all too good, too close to being too much for him to take.]

[rudeandginger]

Come one. Let go.

[He knows Jack is close, can feel it in the clench of his muscles. He pushes into him again, moaning. At this pace, he won't be long either.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[Hearing that moan is what pushes Jack over the edge. He shouts when he comes, fingers digging in and gripping him more tightly as his hips jerk into him, and lets it devolve into a gasping moan as he presses his face even harder into Turlough's neck. It's the hottest, hardest orgasm he's ever had in his life and he can do nothing but shake and moan and rut against him as he rides it out.]