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Fight night

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[ Once darkness has fallen on the day he's invited, Rafa makes his way to the Up, and to Jack's apartment. The invitation he's through the network should be enough to let him enter, he thinks, but he still knocks first. He's expecting to be expected, and keen to see Jack again. Of course, he's wearing the same clothes he'd worn at their last two encounterea, which generally he would avoid, but there's little choice here. He has at least made sure they're clean and tidy, and he's pulled his hair back from his face in a little tail. He knocks sharply, listening for any movement on the other side. ]

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[ A Lot has happened since that invitation went out, something Jack had been in excited anticipation for, before his world imploded, crashing in on itself. Thankfully, Jack's awake and mindlessly staring at the ceiling when the knock at the door comes, and he rolls quickly out of bed, searching the dark living room for signs of Steve Rogers, the guard dragon. Perhaps he'd passed out in the other room. It isn't as if Jack hasn't been a nightmare to try to keep under control.

Padding through the flat, when Jack eases open the front door, the first thing that's apparent is probably his total lack of clothes, save for the black, boxer briefs he'd been sleeping in (well, trying to). The second will be the fact he looks like he tried to fight a train and lost. His skin is pale, more than it normally is, and splotchy, redness rimming his eyes, dark circles beneath them, his hair in a wild mess, a distinct kind of deadness in his gaze. If Rafaello catches sight of his right hand braced against the door frame, he'll see bruises and scabbed over cuts raised on his knuckle, as well. But none of that stops Jack remembering that he'd wanted this man to come over. Perhaps he's far from the mood he was in before, but Rafa did say he wanted him to be him. So, he's just getting the core of that reality faster than jack would've liked. It was probably coming anyway, may as well be now.

Wordlessly, he reachs out, grips the front of Rafa's top, and drags him through the doorway, closing it behind him and pressing the man up against it with the wall of his body. Ducking down, jack captures his lips, and everything in his movements speak of something hungry, and desperate. ]

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[ A lot happens all at once. If the sight of Jack was not enough to tell Rafa there's something wrong, the scent would be. Blood from healing cuts, recently healing. A glance tells him the blood's on his knuckles, which means he was in a fight with someone, and he looks...

He looks like shit. Something happened.

He's about two words into asking about it when Jack pulls him in, and then it's clear questions will have to wait. Despite surprise, and despite the fact that it's clear Jack's been through something, Rafa responds at once, grinning in the seconds before their lips meet. His hands slide around him, nails scratching their way along his ribs as they slide over him. Bracing himself against the wall, he pulls Jack closer and bites at his lips with blunt teeth. If this is rougher than they've been before, Rafa doesn't seem to mind.

His tongue pushes into Jack's mouth, and one of his hands comes up into his hair. He tightens his fingers and pulls at it, remembering those bloody knuckles and feeling that sharpness might be what's needed right now. He arches his back, rolling his hips into Jack's. Rafa already feels overdressed, but that seems like a temporary problem. ]

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[ sharp and hard and merciless is exactly what jack's looking for, and he groans as the hands in his hair pull harsh against his scalp, the sting and burn dragging a shudder up his spine. it's teamed with the roll of rafa's hips against his, jack's cock easy to feel as it starts to thicken with interest through nothing but the thin fabric of his boxer briefs.

temporary problem is right, and jack's hands are already pulling at the closures of rafaello's top. by this point in life, jack's become fairly adept at clothing removal, and he has the thing opened and shoved off rafa's shoulders in short order, migrating lower, to his trousers, the second after.

meanwhile his lips still crush against rafa's, hungry and desperate and mindless in the pursuit of pleasure and distraction. his teeth nip and pull at his lover's, his head tilting to open up the kiss, tongue diving deep as he can, licking back, sliding lewdly against rafa's, and sucking at him shamelessly.

were he feeling more submissive, he might drop to his knees, but jack's much more craving a need to dominate and control. to take everything around him by the throat and assert lordship over it. his hands grope along rafa's bare chest, and while he has sense enough not to seal his hands around his throat, he does caress around to the back of his neck, a strong hand holding him close and tight and demanding.]

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[ Rafa responds to that need. He's helpful in getting his clothes off, first sliding his arms free, and then working to get out of his pants. He kicks them aside. Beneath them Rafa is bare; underwear is an extra layer that he doesn't need. For Jack, it's his only layer, and Rafa's hand has already slid inside of it.

He wraps eager fingers around Jack's cock, pulling it out of the confines of those boxers and stroking it hard. He runs his fingers up to the tip, pushing his thumb against the slit and letting the edge of his nail drag against it. Meanwhile he leans into those rushed kisses, sucking at Jack's tongue and nipping his lips every time they pause for breath.

He's glad to be against the wall. His legs spread easily around Jack, and his free hand moves around him, nails scratching down his back. Not having expected to be pinned immediately, he hadn't prepared himself before coming here. His scattered thoughts are aware that there's lube somewhere in his pants, because he's never that unprepared when it comes to Jack. The thought disappears almost as soon as it arrives. He'll worry about it later, if at all. Probably only if Jack does; Rafa will give him what he wants, however he wants it. ]

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[ the second rafa’s fingers wrap firm and hard around his cock, jack’s breathing out a sweet groan against his lips, hips rolling up and into that touch. god, he’d needed this, to be able to tune out and just feel sensation rather that thought or emotion for a while.

But jack’s not about to just fuck rafa against the damn wall, least of all when he’s not sure if steve will reappear out of the other bedroom at any point in time. Wonderful as it feels to have him crowded up against and bare and stroking his dick, jack interrupts it just long enough to reach down, wrap his arms under rafa’s thighs, and hoist him up, to carry him through the living room and back to his bedroom.

Jack’s lips find rafa’s chest, and it’s a good thing he’s mostly memorized the layout of his place by and doesn’t run them into any walls. He licks and kisses along rafa’s skin, finds a nipple his tongue flicks across, and his licks seal around to suck out. Before he knows it, rafa will be dropped backwards to flop onto jack’s mattress, jack following quickly behind to retake his place against him. Albeit, with the metal chain and two flat tags hanging from his neck - his dogtags, that he never takes off, gravity dragging them cold up rafa’s sternum. Like a reflex, jack reaches a quick hand to grab them and toss the tags back over his shoulder, the necklace falling down his back instead and out of the way. ]

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[ They're moving before Rafa can really compute what's happening. He wouldn't have protested to being fucked against the wall, but he makes no protest to this either. His arms move around Jack's shoulders for balance, but he's easy to carry, his body small, lightweight and willing.

That doesn't mean he makes it easy. His lips are a constant distraction, kissing at Jack's neck. His teeth tug at his ear, and it's already an effort to keep them blunt. Then the bed is beneath him and Jack is crawling over him, looking at him with such clear hunger.

Rafa presses up against him. Eager hands push his trunks down, a process he finishes with his feet. That leaves his hands free to drag his nails up Jack's sides and roll their hips up together. His teeth nip at Jack's lips, until he moves down his chest and Rafa lets out an ever more desperate moan. His nipples harden under that warm tongue. and his head falls back, hair splaying over the sheet behind him. Maybe the bed is better after all. ]

Fuck, Jack. [ He mutters, dimly. He's barely even aware of speaking. ] Don't stop.