Reunion - Desire and Jack NWS

[whatdoesithurt]

Desire ignored the plea. No reason to make a promise just to break it when doing the action would cause enough heartache.

Desire slid its hands over John's ass, gripping tight and grinding them together.He gasped, head dropping back. He remembered this - these hands, this scent. John groaned as he strained to contain the need building in him, the

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[burnbrightnfast]

Having John moan someone elses name wasn't nearly as arousing as Desire would have hoped, but it ignored that. one hand moved around to the front, stroking John's straining cock.

[whatdoesithurt]

He was still pressed back against the counter, the edge digging into his ass, but his hips jerked up into the grip. John's hands came up to frame the square jaw, thumb brushing his chin, before pulling Jack into another kiss. "I'm yours," he breathed, "even if you don't want me."

[burnbrightnfast]

Desire smirked, and its eyes said things its mouth didn't need to.

Who would want you?

It kissed back, hand matching his jerks for a moment before pulling away. It slid his pants the rest of the way off and worked its down down far enough to release its erection.

[whatdoesithurt]

John winced, but his hands dragged down Jack's sides, settling on his hips. Keeping his eyes on the other man's, he started to sink to his knees.

[burnbrightnfast]

Desire grinned wide, Jack's dimple fluttering in its cheek as it watched John dip.

[whatdoesithurt]

Anything his expression said as he sank down, hands dragging over Jack's bared thighs, I'd do anything for you. John wrapped his fingers around the base of the man's cock before sinking his mouth over the head.

[burnbrightnfast]

Desire let its head drop back and moaned, fingers combing through John's hair. He rocked slightly, and shifted so he could lean against the counter.

This part was almost as delicious as the insults would be.

[whatdoesithurt]

John was losing himself already. His mouth sank down further and he moaned softly, letting his tongue swirl the head of Jack's cock. His hand stayed against his hip, bracing himself.

[burnbrightnfast]

Desire;s hips bucked slightly, and it put more effort into holding itself still. No reason to choke John, after all. His mouth was warm, and the moan sent vibrations Desire could feel all the way down to its toes.

[whatdoesithurt]

John let his head bob, taking him deep then sliding away again. He kept this up for a long time, not trying to make Jack lose control, not wanting to make him come yet, but just pulling that slow heat from him. His eyes fluttered shut as his mouth worked over him.

[burnbrightnfast]

The slight suction, warm mouth, and consistent slide... John was certainly good at this, and Desire would have to see all his tricks at some point.

But for now? Now it needed to make this fast and dirty. Make the man feel used when it was done.

With that goal in mind, Desire tensed its hand slightly in John's hair, encouraging him to disengage and stand up once more.

[whatdoesithurt]

John pulled away with a gasp, rising quickly. His eyes open again, he watched Jack with a kind of apprehension, as though he knew what was coming, even though he wasn't about to stop him. He pressed his hands to Jack's abdomen, fingers curling against familiar muscle.

[burnbrightnfast]

Desire drew John into another kiss before checking around the counter for some lube. It just expected the bottle to be there, and wasn't disappointed - the Endless rarely were about things like that.

[whatdoesithurt]

The likely hood of finding a bottle of lube on the counter of a sex shop was high. But John was oblivious to anything but the taste of Jack's mouth, the press of his lips. He moaned again, quietly, pressing as close as he could.

[burnbrightnfast]

Desire shifted against John, Jack's form hard.

It couldn't say it was enjoying itself as much as it thought it would. It felt a little cheated, having to use another body just to get the reaction it had wanted. Something like this... Had honestly never happened to it.

It's moment of distress was covered as it slicked two fingers and reached behind John to begin prepping him.

[whatdoesithurt]

The moan turned into a whimper. His arms around his shoulders tightened and he pushed back into the searching hand. Leave it to John Hart and his obsession with Jack Harkness to make Desire itself use trickery to get what it wanted.