"Now," Atlas continued, his voice like oil. Jack wasn't sure he liked it better in person. "Would you kindly: squeeze that. But be careful, I'm fragile right about now."
He didn't sound fragile, but Jack was gentle anyway. He wanted to pull away but...maybe this was part of grieving? His arm didn't want to listen to him, and Atlas hissed slowly as Jack did as he was asked. The Irishman pressed a hard kiss against him, completely unlike the first, and Jack just stared at his too-close face as he pressed his hips in and drew back, bucked against the pressure of his hand. Eventually Atlas pulled back for air, when he did, his face was still too close.
"Good, boy-o," Atlas congratulated. "Was that so hard? Now, would you kindly say my name?" Jack did and Atlas shuddered. Jack didn't understand what happened, didn't want to think on it too hard, but when Atlas stood up and went for the door without another word, he got the distinct feeling that he wasn't really dealing with a good guy.
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He didn't sound fragile, but Jack was gentle anyway. He wanted to pull away but...maybe this was part of grieving? His arm didn't want to listen to him, and Atlas hissed slowly as Jack did as he was asked. The Irishman pressed a hard kiss against him, completely unlike the first, and Jack just stared at his too-close face as he pressed his hips in and drew back, bucked against the pressure of his hand. Eventually Atlas pulled back for air, when he did, his face was still too close.
"Good, boy-o," Atlas congratulated. "Was that so hard? Now, would you kindly say my name?" Jack did and Atlas shuddered. Jack didn't understand what happened, didn't want to think on it too hard, but when Atlas stood up and went for the door without another word, he got the distinct feeling that he wasn't really dealing with a good guy.