JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
Again, Sunjata demands, and lost as he is in the whole messed up fuckery of what's happening, there's no way Jack isn't going to to comply. So again his lips meet the soft flesh of the Flood's neck, again his hands reach up to squeeze, to wander over wing and horn and feathers, stroking along the navy silk of his shoulders even as pleasure kindles deep in the base of his spine.
Hitching Sunjata closer with legs still loosely locked around him, Jack adjusts slightly such that each and every thrust fires something in the core of him, something that has his lips parting and his fingers grasping hard at hips and shoulders. He's close, and he knows he's not the only one, moaning low in his throat as he surges against the Flood, gasping against the side of his neck.
Hitching Sunjata closer with legs still loosely locked around him, Jack adjusts slightly such that each and every thrust fires something in the core of him, something that has his lips parting and his fingers grasping hard at hips and shoulders. He's close, and he knows he's not the only one, moaning low in his throat as he surges against the Flood, gasping against the side of his neck.
are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt
i’m in the dirt
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
