surfacage | who owns who?

He moans, glancing up at him again, and sliding him a little deeper. Kevin could swallow around him as well, but isn't quite sure they're at that point yet, so he settles for tracing his balls gently in the mean time, moaning encouragingly again.

"K - Kevin - "

He isn't sure what to make of this, but hell if he isn't enjoying it. He relaxes a little, and his thighs unclench, no longer on guard.

Perfect. He slips the rest of the way down, swallowing him comfortably and starting to give him very earnest, enthusiastic, adoring head.

He probably had a disparaging comment, or ten, but they die in his throat and come out as choked moans instead.

One hand threads and fists lightly in Kevin's hair, as if Jack's trying to find something to hold onto.

That makes his breath hitch a little, and he stumbles, glancing up again... this time with a faint expression of hazy need. He likes that.

Even though he's nearly fully clothed, Jack has still managed to twist in the sheets enough to muss his hair, and he's openly panting when he meets Kevin's eyes.

And then he smiles, lazily. "You're n-nice."

Flushing, he ducks back down again, mouth pressing a little more firmly, low moans slipping out of him again. He doesn't get compliments often.

Jack matches those moans, and they steadily grow louder as he fails to choke them back.

Kevin's hands rest on Jack's hips for a moment, encouraging him to move, if he needs to. He can take it.

He doesn't need further urging, and his hips buck up, hand still in his hair.

Kevin almost chokes, but manages not to with a second of control, whimpering in outright arousal as Jack starts to fuck him.

Jack's done this before, but he always takes special care to restrain and gag the person's mouth open -

But this is different, and he's moaning words like 'yes', 'oh fuck', and 'Kevin' as he fucks the other man's mouth.

It's violent- and he likes it, but he can't help that his one good eye starts to water, tears tracking down his cheek. He keeps his head lowered carefully. They're already making a mess of spit and precum and sweat as it is. (He likes this part, it always feels so dirty.)

Jack's head pushes back into the sheets as his hand fists tighter in Kevin's hair - he's close, and no, he's not giving any warning.

Kevin is too out of it to notice- but it's alright. The discomfort feels almost like penance.

With a surprised 'ah!' Jill comes, fingers digging into Kevin's scalp as he bucks.

Breathing mistiming, he has to jerk back against Jack's grip as he starts to choke, sobbing for breath.

Jack - doesn't move his grip, and there's a sick pleasure curling through him at the sound of Kevin choking, as he bucks, watching the spit run down his chin.

But he does let go, after a few too-long seconds, hands resting on the sheets instead.

He jerks off him, crawling away and gagging, pressing a hand over his mouth and barely managing to swallow through the tears. His breathing slows into something a little less sawing, and he buries his face in the blankets at the foot of the bed, hiding his lack of composure and trying to wipe the mess away.

Jack sits up once he's gathered his wits enough, and tries to tug Kevin into his arms.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No."

He crushes himself against Jack's chest, face hiding in the crook of his shoulder.

"Did I hurt you?"

He's so very tempted to say yes.

"Even if you did, I wouldn't care."

Even that's close enough to one that he jerks back, tearstained face registering fright.

"Jill?"

"What?"

He links his hands behind Kevin's back.

"No, you didn't hurt me. You're amazing, snow rabbit."

"But someone else did."

He murmurs, settling close again.

"And I hate them."

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