💦 from jack to thomas ( !!!! )

{ Nonverbal Starters }

Head thrown back in wanton abandon, Thomas failed to contain himself properly as a groan tore itself from his throat. One hand anchored itself in Jack’s hair, fingers threading through the strands to take a firm and steadying grip – careful not to yank, but holding sure enough to cause no doubt to the pleasure that was racing through him as his lover’s tongue pressed firmly along his length, sinful in its familiarity with his form and all the ways to twist him directly toward the purest bliss. 

Thankfully, matters such as this tended to be – generally overlooked – amid pirate crews. That most were ashore at any rate admittedly lowered his inhibitions further, which was perhaps not the politest thing in the world, but he was well past caring as his other hand had to twist into the soft cotton of his lover’s shirt, if only to keep himself from shifting too violently and upending them both from the fucking cot. 

It was hardly his fault of course – if Jack would just be a little more accommodating this wouldn’t be nearly so difficult, but the bastard did love his sense of control. With his arm braced around the man’s middle he was able to angle up enough to begin returning administrations, though the jolt of Jack’s hips damn near undid him, he managed to maintain matters a moment before falling back onto the cot and laughing at the ridiculousness of this. 

“Fuck, Jack, this isn’t working,” He smacked the man’s back, trying to encourage him to move from his singular focus, “Jack!” This was an accident waiting to happen, christ!