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[wouldnotkindly]

[Jack's sweater-and-jeans ensemble did well enough to keep out the chill of the Atlantic back home, but now it looks as though it's not faring so well against the heavy snowfall, not with the way he's shivering on camera. Of course, that's not exactly the most noticeable thing about him right now; that would be his left hand, just in view of the camera, scorched and charred and glowing red along his veins and at his fingertips. He doesn't seem to notice it, nor does he seem to be in any pain from it, even with the heat shimmering from his obviously burnt flesh.

But he doesn't seem to even notice that his camera is on in the first place, as he isn't looking anywhere near the device when he speaks.]

You know, I miss the water balloon fights. [He shivers and flexes his burnt hand, and a small flame licks up his hand and whiffs out at the glowing tips of his fingers.] Why couldn't we have a weekend of that instead of...well, this?

[He shivers again, gives his hand another flex, and snaps his fingers, causing his hand to briefly catch on fire — but just as before, it doesn't seem to cause him any pain. The loud hiss of steaming water can heard as he reaches for the device with his other hand, fumbling before managing to switch it off.]

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[wouldnotkindly]

[Patience, Turlough. He slowly, gingerly starts bobbing his head down his length, though he doesn't get very far down, not yet. It's more work than he's used to, keeping his lips tight around him and his tongue rubbing and his entire mouth sucking as he tries to move, tries to take even more of him in... How did Turlough make this look so easy?

At any rate, though, he's not going to give up without trying. He lets his jaw fall a bit slack as he bobs just a little further down, brow furrowing as he tries to breathe through his nose while keeping himself coordinated. He's still definitely aroused by all this, there's no doubt about that, but part of him is wondering if he can really swallow of him down like this.]

[rudeandginger]

[It's not the most skilled blowjob he's ever received (thank flight school for that), but the weight of Jack's body pinning him down is enough to make up for it. He can feel bruises forming on his hipbones, even. His hips cant again when Jack takes him down further, but he's held down enough that he barely moves.]

Jack...

[It's cut off by a low, gutteral noise as all the muscles in his body flex and tense.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[The sound of his own name is enough to make Jack shiver and moan around him. Knowing that he can make Turlough sound like that — with his hands and mouth alone, no less — god, but that turns him on like nothing else.

He pushes down even further, trying to take all of him in, and tries his damnedest to ignore the twitch and reflex of his throat. If Turlough could do this, then damnit, he can do it too.]

[rudeandginger]

[That competitive edge will get you in trouble. But not today. Today it is very, very good.]

Jack. [He tries speaking again, swallowing around his name.] I really need you to fuck me soon. Please.

[wouldnotkindly]

[Jack pauses at that, not entirely sure if he's heard him right. He pulls off him again, coughing a bit and panting heavily despite his best efforts not to, and glances up to look him in the eyes again.]

Soon, or right now?

[rudeandginger]

You don't need to stop just yet.

[He tugs at his hair again.]

But I want to come with you inside me.

[wouldnotkindly]

[The tug on his hair is enough to make Jack shiver again, but the rest of it pulls a maybe-not-entirely unbidden groan from his throat. Still, he does just as Turlough tells him — or suggests, perhaps — and has his mouth back on him in an instant, tongue rubbing up and down the length of him all over again. He doesn't know if he's ever wanted him as badly as he does now.]

[rudeandginger]

[He melts back into the cushions again, trying to relax and concentrate on not getting too excited yet. His hips still move now and again, moving with Jack's rhythm over his cock. He manages to find Jack's cock with his foot and starts rubbing him through his trousers, feeling how hard and ready he is.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[Not only is that touch against his cock almost more than he can bear right now, but it's also the last thing he was expecting. His hands automatically tighten their hold on Turlough's hips, and he has to pull away from his cock with a shaky moan, pressing his face into his thigh instead.]

Turlough.

[rudeandginger]

Come on. I know you want in me. [He moves his foot again, pressing a line along the hard length of him pressed against his zipper.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[His fingers are digging even harder into Turlough now, and he moans even louder, even with his face still pressed against him.] God, yes.

[rudeandginger]

Do it. I want you to. [His hands scramble for purchase, gripping around his arms to pull him closer.] Come on, Jack. Please.

[wouldnotkindly]

[His lips are still parted for another moan when Turlough pulls him up, and he goes without the slightest protest. The awkward change of angle doesn't matter to him right now, not even as he leans in for another, rougher kiss, and neither does the fact that he has no idea if a condom or lube is anywhere nearby. All that does matter to him is that he feels like he's never wanted anything more than he wants Turlough right this instant, and by god, he's going to have him.]

[rudeandginger]

[He kisses back, hurried and rushed. His hands are scrambling for the fly of his jeans, trying to get them open as quickly as he can. Any kind of barrier between Jack's cock and his arse is evil and must be abandoned with right away. He gets his fly open and pushes his pants out of the way, just enough to get his hand around his cock.]

Come on, come on, yes. Your cock is magnificent, have I told you that? I want you to bend me in half and fuck me with it right now.

[wouldnotkindly]

[Jack moans again, louder and higher in pitch than before, and very quickly finds himself caught between Turlough's hand and running his own hands all over him and oh, god, what he's saying right now—]

Keep— Keep talking like that. [He doesn't know if he can come from words alone, but he does know that they're only contributing to the dizzying rush that he's already feeling from all of his other attentions. God, he wants to fuck him so badly.]

[rudeandginger]

I didn't know you liked my filthy mouth. [He's working on his own trousers now, freeing his red and aching cock.]

How do you want me? On all fours or on my back? Or thrown over the side of the sofa? I hope you know you need to fuck me so hard I won't be able to walk tomorrow.

[wouldnotkindly]

Fuck, Turlough— [Even just thinking about it is nearly enough to make him lose control. But he can't have that, at least not yet.]

On your back. [He swallows hard, trying to pull at least part of himself together.] I— I want to see your face.

[rudeandginger]

[Trousers off, then. He shimmies out of them, pants and all, not caring where he tosses them for now. He hooks one leg over Jack's shoulder, lifting his hips.]

Lick your fingers.

[wouldnotkindly]

[He does as he's told without an ounce of hesitation, licking and sucking on his index and middle finger much in the same way he was treating Turlough's cock just a few minutes ago. He's seen Turlough do this before, hasn't he? He doesn't exactly remember. But that doesn't matter now, either; he only watches Turlough as he wets his fingers, waiting for his next command.]

[rudeandginger]

Open me up.

[He doesn't have any lube this time, but he trusts Jack can go slowly. At least at the start. He was honest about not wanting to be able to walk after this.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[He's at least a little apprehensive about it — he's never done this before, after all, not himself — but his utter horniness causes him to push right past that apprehension and, once again, do as he's told. That doesn't keep him from using caution, of course; he's still worried enough about possibly hurting Turlough that he rubs him gently at first, then pushes his fingers in slowly.]

Like this?

[rudeandginger]

[He whimpers, head thrown back.]

Yes, like that. Keep going.

[wouldnotkindly]

[Jack keeps pushing, carefully working his fingers inside him, feeling him like he's never felt him before... Fuck, but he can't wait to feel that on his cock.]

Keep talking. [He's still watching him, watching for every movement he makes, and he wants to keep hearing him just as much.] Please.

[rudeandginger]

What do you want me to - oh.

[It's that moment when Jack's fingers brush against that one spot inside him, and a powerful wave of arousal washes through him. He better get inside him quickly or this will be over far too soon.]

Now. [One hand wraps around Jack's wrist, pushing his fingers out of him.] Do it now.

[wouldnotkindly]

[The tone of his voice leaves no room for Jack to protest, or even question him. He grips Turlough's thigh with one hand and himself with the other, lines himself up, and starts to push in—]

Fuck— [Maybe it's the heat of the moment, this moment in particular, that makes this feel so much better than before, than the other times he remembers. He gives another shaky moan, louder than before, and pushes into him as deep as he can go.]