[ jack's mid-eyeroll when steve tips his chin up, and while there's a fraction of a second's hesitation, remembering he's angry at the singular unit that is steve-and-bucky, but his will is a weak thing right now. and steve's lips are so, so soft and inviting.
it's over too quickly, and jack murmurs against his lips before they part: ]
Oral isn't fucking, you're still a virgin.
[ and now he is free to frolic in debauchery and horrible decisions, as he does best. he will use protection, he will text his mother every morning. with a mock salute, jack pushes off the way, and saunters his way down the alley, off he goes, into the wild blue slutty yonder.
and, for good measure: whistling the Kill Bill tune. ]
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it's over too quickly, and jack murmurs against his lips before they part: ]
Oral isn't fucking, you're still a virgin.
[ and now he is free to frolic in debauchery and horrible decisions, as he does best. he will use protection, he will text his mother every morning. with a mock salute, jack pushes off the way, and saunters his way down the alley, off he goes, into the wild blue slutty yonder.
and, for good measure: whistling the Kill Bill tune. ]