SG-1 Fic: Universal Gravitation
This fic is dedicated to surreallis and rydra_wong, because it's totally their fault. *is corrupted*
Title: Universal Gravitation
Author: abyssinia4077
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Characters: Sam/Jack/Daniel
Rating/Warning: NC-17, OT3, pegging
Disclaimer: Stargate and the characters are not owned by me. I get nothing out of playing in their sandbox beyond a bit of fun.
Word Count: 2,535
Author's Note: Back in the Pornucopia surreallis wrote the hilarious Sam/Jack/Daniel Date which inspired me to write The Man. Later rydra_wong commented on the lack of Sam/Jack pegging fic, citing "The Man" as one of the only examples. Not familiar with the term, I asked, and found myself offering to provide an encore. Here's the encore (really more of a prequel) - though it can stand alone just fine.
Hugest of thanks to the wonderful shutthef_up for taking my awkward attempts at writing this and turning it into something I'm not afraid to unleash upon the world. Yay beta!
Summary: Sam wants to try something new with Jack. Daniel's more than happy to help.
Daniel felt more than heard Jack's groan beneath him as the mattress bounced. Turning his head, he cracked an eye open to see Sam scooting off the bed, sweat shimmering on her skin in the dimly lit room (one of these days he was going to have to ask Jack why he'd installed a dimmer light in his bedroom).
"Where goin'?" he mumbled, half into Jack's shoulder blade. All too often since they began this unexpected arrangement (Sam had called it a three-body problem and started going off about Newton and Lagrange and Euler and some guy named Sundman who apparently could solve their problems but Jack had just gotten frustrated and kissed her, which worked just fine in Daniel's opinion) Sam seemed to be full of energy while he and Jack were content to be collapsed in half-asleep boneless heaps. Jack once tried explaining very patiently to her that he and Daniel were manly men and, as such, preferred to sleep after sex but she'd started laughing so hard he never finished.
"Washcloths," Sam whispered, padding barefoot towards Jack's bathroom.
Daniel turned his head before she hit the light switch, shifting his hips a little and grimacing at the stickiness. Maybe Sam's seemingly limitless energy wasn't such a bad thing.
Jack grumbled in protest when Daniel rolled off him to grab one of the washcloths - warm, thankfully. Sam had used cold water once. Jack had nearly hit the ceiling. He cleaned himself up and looked over to see Jack on his side, Sam carefully rubbing at the hair on his stomach with her head cocked to the side and forehead creased in thought.
"What?" Jack muttered.
"Huh?"
"You have that look you get when you want to take something apart to see how it ticks," Jack said, rolling onto his back and sitting up. "Only you're looking at me."
Sam sat back on her heels and shrugged, her fingers stroking tiny circles on Jack's hip. "You seem to really like it when Daniel does that for you."
"Oh, it's not selfish. I'm pretty sure he likes it too," Jack pointed out.
"I want to try," Sam said quietly. Daniel watched as Jack sputtered, already realizing what Sam was planning. They were an odd group. Jack was very much a classicist when it came to sex (except for the threesome thing) while Sam seemed to appear with a new idea to try anytime they were together. Daniel rarely sought out new techniques himself, but he usually found himself helping Sam persuade Jack to experiment.
"You don't exactly have the right equipment," Jack finally said.
"I could buy it."
You could...what?" Jack sat up a bit straighter, pulling his legs together.
"Oh, c'mon, Jack, I can't believe you're that oblivious," Daniel sighed, moving over to lean against Sam's shoulder. "Humans have been making synthetic phalluses for hundreds of years." He couldn't blame Sam for wanting it either. There was something about Jack's reaction, the place his brain went, the way his body relaxed when he finally submitted to Daniel, that was irresistible. Jack was usually strung so tight, always looking for threats and protecting them, so to bring about that trust and surrender, that submission of letting one of them take care of him, if only for a short time, was something Daniel could understand Sam wanting.
"Janet took me to a store in Denver," Sam explained. "They make harnesses and" - she waved a hand vaguely in the direction of Daniel's groin - "you can even get them in any color you want."
"Any color?" Jack's eyebrows were trying for a new height record.
"Stripes. Swirls. Sparkles," Sam added. "What do you think?"
Jack coughed and looked at Daniel, who shrugged. It only seemed fair.
*****
A week later Sam was sprawled on the couch, legs in Daniel's lap and head against Jack's shoulder. "I got it." Daniel was pretty sure she purposely timed the announcement for just when Jack had taken his last bite of pizza.
"It?" Jack asked, watching as Sam leaned over and fished under the coffee table for the bag she'd brought. Whatever she grabbed was black, and looked like a belt with various other straps dangling from it.
"Huh," Daniel said, reaching out to run a finger over the heavy weave. "I was expecting leather."
"The guy at the store said this was easier to clean. I can just throw it in the washing machine," Sam explained, handling it the same way Daniel had seen her hold a new part for her motorcycle. "And there are a lot of attachment choices." She grabbed another item from the bag and waved it in Jack's face, causing him to press back against the couch cushions. It was blue and very slightly wobbly and Daniel thought it might be a little smaller than either him or Jack, which was probably good for the first try.
"I, uh, take it you want to try out your new toy?" Jack asked.
"That was the idea," Sam said, lowering her hand to the crotch of Jack's jeans and slowly rubbing over the fabric. Jack looked ready to protest, but Daniel could see the flush creeping out from under his shirt collar and how he spread his legs, trying to make more room in pants that were growing too tight.
"Who am I to stand between a geek and a new toy to test?" Jack sighed in resignation, reaching out to cup the back of Sam's head and pull her in for a kiss. Daniel watched the way Sam's eyes closed and her fingers came up to trace the short hairs at the base of Jack's neck before she shifted over to straddle Jack's thighs. That was Daniel's cue and he rose, walking behind Sam and reaching around and between them to unbutton first Jack's shirt, and then Sam's.
When he cupped her breasts, thumbs circling each nipple, she arched back against him and he took the opportunity to whisper in her ear. "You know what you're doing?"
"Can't be that hard. I know the basics," she whispered back. "I've helped you guys, and it's not like I've never used one before."
"Yeah, but not like this. Just remember lots of lube and go slowly."
"I can hear you," Jack whispered back, harshly, though he couldn't be too upset since Sam's fingers had now unzipped his pants and were gently stroking him. "Not helping."
Daniel let one hand trail down Sam's stomach, slipping it beneath her waistband and teasing everywhere but her clit until she arched further into him. "How about we take this elsewhere?" he asked. "Or you might not get to try the new toy." Jack's breathing was already reaching the erratic tempo that meant he was going to be pliable, but much longer and he'd just get impatient.
Sam nodded, stood up, and turned to kiss Daniel before grabbing both their hands and leading them to Jack's bedroom. At the doorway she let out a sudden "oops" and ran back to the living room where Daniel could hear the rustle of a plastic bag. He looked at Jack and shrugged, pulling his own clothing off quickly and efficiently while Jack did the same. Jack crawled onto the bed while Daniel bent down to arrange their clothing out of the way (They'd tripped once. It wasn't pretty). Standing up, he found himself staring at a blue cock with Sam's hands fumbling at the straps over her hips.
"I can't seem to get this stupid..." she said in frustration. "I should have tried it before."
"Problem with your new penis, Carter? Blue balls maybe?" Jack called from the bed and Daniel watched the blush spread up her cheeks. If he didn't do something soon, this wasn't going to end well.
"Here," he said, sliding his hands beneath hers and tightening the fasteners she couldn't see. When it was set he looked up to see her biting her lip nervously and could see she was about to give up. He ran his right hand into her hair, pulling her in for a kiss and then pressing his forehead to hers so she could look down to see where his other hand was stroking her cock. "You have to believe it's yours, okay? Use it like it belongs there. And don't let him get to you." He let his hand do one more lazy stroke, blue plastic contrasting oddly with his skin, before leading her to the bed.
He settled down next to Jack, rolling him onto his side and kissing him while Sam slid in behind. Jack's hands reached out almost desperately, tracing around his torso teasingly lower and lower until Daniel thrust his hips into Jack's reach. He opened his eyes to see Sam looking at him, a questioning look in her eyes.
Daniel nodded once and pulled Jack's leg toward him, hitching the knee over his own and watching Jack's face as Sam squeezed lube onto her fingers and slowly worked them into him. He slid down on the bed, sticking out his tongue to tease the tip of Jack's cock before sliding his mouth around it, not sucking too hard, but giving Jack enough to distract his worry about Sam. Slowly Jack's hips stopped trying to only thrust forward to Daniel, and began to also shift back against Sam. Daniel slid off with one last lick to the crown before sliding back up to look at Jack's face. This he wanted to see.
"Are you, um, ready?" Sam asked. Daniel wanted to kiss the nervousness out of her voice, but instead focused on keeping Jack calm, stroking his torso with slow circles of fingertips, while he nodded to Sam.
"Just, do it already," Jack grunted. Daniel could feel the nervous energy pulsing beneath his skin. Behind Jack he watched Sam's tongue flick out at the corner of her mouth as she used her hand to guide the strap-on. Daniel reached across Jack to lay his hand on Sam's hip - gently steadying her while he focused his attention on Jack. The almost-whistled release of held breath as Jack forced himself to relax, the small grunt in the back of Jack's throat, were all sounds Daniel was intimately familiar with. Never before had he gotten to watch Jack's face - the way his eyes closed to slits and his lips parted open, or the way all the lines around his eyes stood out in stark relief and then relaxed as Jack let Sam inside
When Sam finally pushed all the way in, her hips flush against Jack's and one hand clutching his hip, she held still and started breathing again. Daniel reached up to stroke the sweat-dampened hair away from her eyes, letting his thumb catch and stroke her temple until she looked at him. He held her eyes and saw the awe and nervousness he expected, then nodded to her once before letting his hand trace down to Jack's softening cock and stroking it back to hardness.
Aside from the slow movement of Daniel's hand, they were frozen for a minute until Jack shifted his hips and growled "move, damnit." Sam startled slightly and began to ease her hips back and forth, stroking one hand along Jack's side until Jack started breathing more evenly.
Daniel had made a career of studying people, but mostly in groups and civilizations, and even then, focused on those so long-dead that all he had were pieces of an unassembled puzzle. He thought that here, in this bed, was a thesis beyond his field, probably more than one - all the complicated dynamics and the military taboos and three people who've been through so much no other human has even imagined that all they have left is this strange sort of unavoidable comfort and connection.
"Daniel." Jack's voice was tight. "Thinking too much. Fun now, work later." Daniel watched, hand loosely fisted for Jack to thrust into, as Sam finally found a rhythm that worked with Jack's hips. Above Jack, Sam's face was frozen in intense concentration, but a smile started to tug the corners of her mouth as Jack's head tilted back to rest against her.
Jack's eyes slitted shut, his breath catching with every thrust. He studied Jack's face as he tightened the grip his right hand had on Jack's shaft and felt the muscles beneath his left hand tense. A long exhalation that ended in a gasp escaped Jack's throat when he came with a sudden stillness to his hips and a warm splash on Daniel's arm. Daniel tried to memorize every twitch as Jack breathed in sharply again before all his muscles went lax
Once Jack stilled, Sam carefully slid out of him and rolled him onto his back, bending down to kiss him. "Was it okay?"
"I'm not saying you couldn't use some practice," Jack admitted. "But I think you might be able to convince me to help you practice."
Daniel watched Jack's eyes close, then crawled over him to get at Sam. He reached out a hand to stroke over the curve of her hip and up to circle the soft skin at her breast until she looked at him with wide eyes. "What was it like?" he asked, smiling at her and ignoring the part of him that wanted more kissing and fewer questions.
She smiled back and cocked her head, bringing up a hand to trap his fingers against her, before looking down and tentatively running a finger over the strap-on. "Weird," she admitted, reaching around to fumble with the buckles. "Like having sex without feeling any sensation myself. And somehow incredibly arousing anyway, maybe because it was all for him. But there was something about it, about him letting..."
"Yeah," Daniel nodded, helping her out of the straps and then rolling on top of her, hard-on poking in her stomach and beginning to demand attention from one of them. She smelled of sweat and that citrus-y shampoo she'd started using after meeting McKay, with just a hint of Jack's aftershave, and he couldn't hold back the groan when she wrapped her legs around him, thrusting her hips up to meet him.
He bent down to kiss her nose - "It's a" - sucked a minute behind her ear - "bit of" - made his way down her neck - " a power trip. And, of course..." - he jostled his hips to spread her thighs more before angling down and finally sliding easily into her. She arched up at the contact, both of them already hovering too close to the edge. "...there's the matter of trust."
"Daniel?" she said, fingernails scratching lightly up his spine as her hips rose to meet his thrusts. "Shut up and fuck me already." Her head came up to kiss him, stopping any protests he might have made in the name of scientific discovery.
When he felt he could move again Daniel rolled off her to find Jack watching them both, a smile lingering in the corner of his mouth. "It's your turn next time," he said with a smirk, holding up the strap-on. "Maybe Sam can get a sparkly one for you."
Title: Universal Gravitation
Author: abyssinia4077
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Characters: Sam/Jack/Daniel
Rating/Warning: NC-17, OT3, pegging
Disclaimer: Stargate and the characters are not owned by me. I get nothing out of playing in their sandbox beyond a bit of fun.
Word Count: 2,535
Author's Note: Back in the Pornucopia surreallis wrote the hilarious Sam/Jack/Daniel Date which inspired me to write The Man. Later rydra_wong commented on the lack of Sam/Jack pegging fic, citing "The Man" as one of the only examples. Not familiar with the term, I asked, and found myself offering to provide an encore. Here's the encore (really more of a prequel) - though it can stand alone just fine.
Hugest of thanks to the wonderful shutthef_up for taking my awkward attempts at writing this and turning it into something I'm not afraid to unleash upon the world. Yay beta!
Summary: Sam wants to try something new with Jack. Daniel's more than happy to help.
Daniel felt more than heard Jack's groan beneath him as the mattress bounced. Turning his head, he cracked an eye open to see Sam scooting off the bed, sweat shimmering on her skin in the dimly lit room (one of these days he was going to have to ask Jack why he'd installed a dimmer light in his bedroom).
"Where goin'?" he mumbled, half into Jack's shoulder blade. All too often since they began this unexpected arrangement (Sam had called it a three-body problem and started going off about Newton and Lagrange and Euler and some guy named Sundman who apparently could solve their problems but Jack had just gotten frustrated and kissed her, which worked just fine in Daniel's opinion) Sam seemed to be full of energy while he and Jack were content to be collapsed in half-asleep boneless heaps. Jack once tried explaining very patiently to her that he and Daniel were manly men and, as such, preferred to sleep after sex but she'd started laughing so hard he never finished.
"Washcloths," Sam whispered, padding barefoot towards Jack's bathroom.
Daniel turned his head before she hit the light switch, shifting his hips a little and grimacing at the stickiness. Maybe Sam's seemingly limitless energy wasn't such a bad thing.
Jack grumbled in protest when Daniel rolled off him to grab one of the washcloths - warm, thankfully. Sam had used cold water once. Jack had nearly hit the ceiling. He cleaned himself up and looked over to see Jack on his side, Sam carefully rubbing at the hair on his stomach with her head cocked to the side and forehead creased in thought.
"What?" Jack muttered.
"Huh?"
"You have that look you get when you want to take something apart to see how it ticks," Jack said, rolling onto his back and sitting up. "Only you're looking at me."
Sam sat back on her heels and shrugged, her fingers stroking tiny circles on Jack's hip. "You seem to really like it when Daniel does that for you."
"Oh, it's not selfish. I'm pretty sure he likes it too," Jack pointed out.
"I want to try," Sam said quietly. Daniel watched as Jack sputtered, already realizing what Sam was planning. They were an odd group. Jack was very much a classicist when it came to sex (except for the threesome thing) while Sam seemed to appear with a new idea to try anytime they were together. Daniel rarely sought out new techniques himself, but he usually found himself helping Sam persuade Jack to experiment.
"You don't exactly have the right equipment," Jack finally said.
"I could buy it."
You could...what?" Jack sat up a bit straighter, pulling his legs together.
"Oh, c'mon, Jack, I can't believe you're that oblivious," Daniel sighed, moving over to lean against Sam's shoulder. "Humans have been making synthetic phalluses for hundreds of years." He couldn't blame Sam for wanting it either. There was something about Jack's reaction, the place his brain went, the way his body relaxed when he finally submitted to Daniel, that was irresistible. Jack was usually strung so tight, always looking for threats and protecting them, so to bring about that trust and surrender, that submission of letting one of them take care of him, if only for a short time, was something Daniel could understand Sam wanting.
"Janet took me to a store in Denver," Sam explained. "They make harnesses and" - she waved a hand vaguely in the direction of Daniel's groin - "you can even get them in any color you want."
"Any color?" Jack's eyebrows were trying for a new height record.
"Stripes. Swirls. Sparkles," Sam added. "What do you think?"
Jack coughed and looked at Daniel, who shrugged. It only seemed fair.
*****
A week later Sam was sprawled on the couch, legs in Daniel's lap and head against Jack's shoulder. "I got it." Daniel was pretty sure she purposely timed the announcement for just when Jack had taken his last bite of pizza.
"It?" Jack asked, watching as Sam leaned over and fished under the coffee table for the bag she'd brought. Whatever she grabbed was black, and looked like a belt with various other straps dangling from it.
"Huh," Daniel said, reaching out to run a finger over the heavy weave. "I was expecting leather."
"The guy at the store said this was easier to clean. I can just throw it in the washing machine," Sam explained, handling it the same way Daniel had seen her hold a new part for her motorcycle. "And there are a lot of attachment choices." She grabbed another item from the bag and waved it in Jack's face, causing him to press back against the couch cushions. It was blue and very slightly wobbly and Daniel thought it might be a little smaller than either him or Jack, which was probably good for the first try.
"I, uh, take it you want to try out your new toy?" Jack asked.
"That was the idea," Sam said, lowering her hand to the crotch of Jack's jeans and slowly rubbing over the fabric. Jack looked ready to protest, but Daniel could see the flush creeping out from under his shirt collar and how he spread his legs, trying to make more room in pants that were growing too tight.
"Who am I to stand between a geek and a new toy to test?" Jack sighed in resignation, reaching out to cup the back of Sam's head and pull her in for a kiss. Daniel watched the way Sam's eyes closed and her fingers came up to trace the short hairs at the base of Jack's neck before she shifted over to straddle Jack's thighs. That was Daniel's cue and he rose, walking behind Sam and reaching around and between them to unbutton first Jack's shirt, and then Sam's.
When he cupped her breasts, thumbs circling each nipple, she arched back against him and he took the opportunity to whisper in her ear. "You know what you're doing?"
"Can't be that hard. I know the basics," she whispered back. "I've helped you guys, and it's not like I've never used one before."
"Yeah, but not like this. Just remember lots of lube and go slowly."
"I can hear you," Jack whispered back, harshly, though he couldn't be too upset since Sam's fingers had now unzipped his pants and were gently stroking him. "Not helping."
Daniel let one hand trail down Sam's stomach, slipping it beneath her waistband and teasing everywhere but her clit until she arched further into him. "How about we take this elsewhere?" he asked. "Or you might not get to try the new toy." Jack's breathing was already reaching the erratic tempo that meant he was going to be pliable, but much longer and he'd just get impatient.
Sam nodded, stood up, and turned to kiss Daniel before grabbing both their hands and leading them to Jack's bedroom. At the doorway she let out a sudden "oops" and ran back to the living room where Daniel could hear the rustle of a plastic bag. He looked at Jack and shrugged, pulling his own clothing off quickly and efficiently while Jack did the same. Jack crawled onto the bed while Daniel bent down to arrange their clothing out of the way (They'd tripped once. It wasn't pretty). Standing up, he found himself staring at a blue cock with Sam's hands fumbling at the straps over her hips.
"I can't seem to get this stupid..." she said in frustration. "I should have tried it before."
"Problem with your new penis, Carter? Blue balls maybe?" Jack called from the bed and Daniel watched the blush spread up her cheeks. If he didn't do something soon, this wasn't going to end well.
"Here," he said, sliding his hands beneath hers and tightening the fasteners she couldn't see. When it was set he looked up to see her biting her lip nervously and could see she was about to give up. He ran his right hand into her hair, pulling her in for a kiss and then pressing his forehead to hers so she could look down to see where his other hand was stroking her cock. "You have to believe it's yours, okay? Use it like it belongs there. And don't let him get to you." He let his hand do one more lazy stroke, blue plastic contrasting oddly with his skin, before leading her to the bed.
He settled down next to Jack, rolling him onto his side and kissing him while Sam slid in behind. Jack's hands reached out almost desperately, tracing around his torso teasingly lower and lower until Daniel thrust his hips into Jack's reach. He opened his eyes to see Sam looking at him, a questioning look in her eyes.
Daniel nodded once and pulled Jack's leg toward him, hitching the knee over his own and watching Jack's face as Sam squeezed lube onto her fingers and slowly worked them into him. He slid down on the bed, sticking out his tongue to tease the tip of Jack's cock before sliding his mouth around it, not sucking too hard, but giving Jack enough to distract his worry about Sam. Slowly Jack's hips stopped trying to only thrust forward to Daniel, and began to also shift back against Sam. Daniel slid off with one last lick to the crown before sliding back up to look at Jack's face. This he wanted to see.
"Are you, um, ready?" Sam asked. Daniel wanted to kiss the nervousness out of her voice, but instead focused on keeping Jack calm, stroking his torso with slow circles of fingertips, while he nodded to Sam.
"Just, do it already," Jack grunted. Daniel could feel the nervous energy pulsing beneath his skin. Behind Jack he watched Sam's tongue flick out at the corner of her mouth as she used her hand to guide the strap-on. Daniel reached across Jack to lay his hand on Sam's hip - gently steadying her while he focused his attention on Jack. The almost-whistled release of held breath as Jack forced himself to relax, the small grunt in the back of Jack's throat, were all sounds Daniel was intimately familiar with. Never before had he gotten to watch Jack's face - the way his eyes closed to slits and his lips parted open, or the way all the lines around his eyes stood out in stark relief and then relaxed as Jack let Sam inside
When Sam finally pushed all the way in, her hips flush against Jack's and one hand clutching his hip, she held still and started breathing again. Daniel reached up to stroke the sweat-dampened hair away from her eyes, letting his thumb catch and stroke her temple until she looked at him. He held her eyes and saw the awe and nervousness he expected, then nodded to her once before letting his hand trace down to Jack's softening cock and stroking it back to hardness.
Aside from the slow movement of Daniel's hand, they were frozen for a minute until Jack shifted his hips and growled "move, damnit." Sam startled slightly and began to ease her hips back and forth, stroking one hand along Jack's side until Jack started breathing more evenly.
Daniel had made a career of studying people, but mostly in groups and civilizations, and even then, focused on those so long-dead that all he had were pieces of an unassembled puzzle. He thought that here, in this bed, was a thesis beyond his field, probably more than one - all the complicated dynamics and the military taboos and three people who've been through so much no other human has even imagined that all they have left is this strange sort of unavoidable comfort and connection.
"Daniel." Jack's voice was tight. "Thinking too much. Fun now, work later." Daniel watched, hand loosely fisted for Jack to thrust into, as Sam finally found a rhythm that worked with Jack's hips. Above Jack, Sam's face was frozen in intense concentration, but a smile started to tug the corners of her mouth as Jack's head tilted back to rest against her.
Jack's eyes slitted shut, his breath catching with every thrust. He studied Jack's face as he tightened the grip his right hand had on Jack's shaft and felt the muscles beneath his left hand tense. A long exhalation that ended in a gasp escaped Jack's throat when he came with a sudden stillness to his hips and a warm splash on Daniel's arm. Daniel tried to memorize every twitch as Jack breathed in sharply again before all his muscles went lax
Once Jack stilled, Sam carefully slid out of him and rolled him onto his back, bending down to kiss him. "Was it okay?"
"I'm not saying you couldn't use some practice," Jack admitted. "But I think you might be able to convince me to help you practice."
Daniel watched Jack's eyes close, then crawled over him to get at Sam. He reached out a hand to stroke over the curve of her hip and up to circle the soft skin at her breast until she looked at him with wide eyes. "What was it like?" he asked, smiling at her and ignoring the part of him that wanted more kissing and fewer questions.
She smiled back and cocked her head, bringing up a hand to trap his fingers against her, before looking down and tentatively running a finger over the strap-on. "Weird," she admitted, reaching around to fumble with the buckles. "Like having sex without feeling any sensation myself. And somehow incredibly arousing anyway, maybe because it was all for him. But there was something about it, about him letting..."
"Yeah," Daniel nodded, helping her out of the straps and then rolling on top of her, hard-on poking in her stomach and beginning to demand attention from one of them. She smelled of sweat and that citrus-y shampoo she'd started using after meeting McKay, with just a hint of Jack's aftershave, and he couldn't hold back the groan when she wrapped her legs around him, thrusting her hips up to meet him.
He bent down to kiss her nose - "It's a" - sucked a minute behind her ear - "bit of" - made his way down her neck - " a power trip. And, of course..." - he jostled his hips to spread her thighs more before angling down and finally sliding easily into her. She arched up at the contact, both of them already hovering too close to the edge. "...there's the matter of trust."
"Daniel?" she said, fingernails scratching lightly up his spine as her hips rose to meet his thrusts. "Shut up and fuck me already." Her head came up to kiss him, stopping any protests he might have made in the name of scientific discovery.
When he felt he could move again Daniel rolled off her to find Jack watching them both, a smile lingering in the corner of his mouth. "It's your turn next time," he said with a smirk, holding up the strap-on. "Maybe Sam can get a sparkly one for you."