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[ the silk soft fabric of the tie binding steve's wrists snaps like nothing more than paper, and jack's cock throbs watching it, knowing the kind of insane strength steve has in him. and a second later, seeing that man carrying around so much power drop to his knees at jack's feet, holy fucking lord, the sight of it leaves him so light headed and aching that jack shoots a hand out to brace against the wall, still warm for steve's body pressed against it. ]

Fuck, Steve, you're so goddamn good. You did so, so good. [ and jack's honestly proud of him, he pushed through all the crap he submitted him to. there's an ache in jack's voice, straining because he wants him so damn bad. when steve's lips are finally around his heavy, leaking cock, and he watches him take his dick as far down as his throat will let him, the moan jack lets out is loud enough to carry to Vanessa's across the hall. his mouth feels like heaven, and jack's fingers twine in the gorgeous gold of steve's hair, desperate for something to hold on to, but even still, he can't help rhythmically carding through the strands, damp with sweat as jack combs it back from his face adoringly, encouraging.

jack wants to be careful, doesn't know how well steve can handle his gag reflex, but his hips still roll forward, easing against the back of his throat, cupping the back of steve's head to pull him further down on his dick, careful careful so careful not to hurt him. once he feels himself push past, though, that's all jack needs, a keening sound punched out of him at the sudden tight, tight squeeze of steve's throat around him. he fucks deep into him, loving the slide of steve's lips along his shaft, and the color bright on steve's cheeks when he pulls back only to thrust back into him. ]

God alfuckingmighty, you look so incredible. I could watch you do this all damn day. [ Jack rambles, because he talks, it's just what he does, letting steve go at his own pace intermittently to let him catch his breath. his hand at the back of steve's head, his thumb rubs massaging circles just behind steve's ear, in between the times he strokes his hair back, periodically curling tight in his hair again when he wants to pull him back down, take control, and fuck his throat again. ]

Just like that, all the way down.