"Fuck," he laughs, breathless and strained as Jack demands more. He yanks Jack into another kiss, giving himself a second and maybe trying to take his breath away a little.

One hand stays tangled in up in Jack's hair while the other runs down his back, over his hip to try to grab hold of his thigh, encouraging.

"You feel so fucking good," he breathes against Jack's ear. He lets a moan edge his voice, because even if he's momentarily spent it still feels fucking good. "I wanna feel you come in me, Daddy. Wanna be your filthy slut, and for everyone to know it."