PotC Advent Calendar: December 5
Jones talks about Jack when they fuck and Cutler moans and begs for more, enjoying the torturous words as much as the slick cock almost splitting him in half.
Later he’s his usual commanding self again, Cutler tucked away neatly behind Lord Beckett, while Jones himself is pathetically failing to hide his nervousness. Beckett can’t really blame him, fucking the former lover of the bastard who seduced your only love, well, that would be too much for any man, even a heartless one.
What they have is shining in all the shades of wrong but it’s all they have left.