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[The closer Jack gets to orgasm, the further away the rest of the world becomes.

John has his free arm wrapped around Jack's waist to hold him close, is listening to both Jack's heavy breathing and the muted voices beyond the bedroom. He's keeping Jack upright and talking while his mind is half gone with pleasure far less damaging than Oleander's poisons, and dizzying enough that maybe some of those things he's not aware of hearing will stick when he comes out of subspace later.

It's worked for John--his scars, his self image, his dwindling list of fears and phobias banished under Jack's breathless praise and firm touch. One day, John will make it work for Jack.

John strokes him through his orgasm as he comes, pulling him flush against John's body to whisper nonsense praise in his ear, long after John's heard the muffled coos of farewell vanish behind the thunk of the front door shutting. He withdraws his hand when the harsh gasps of pleasure turn to those of discomfort, raining kisses against Jack's temple and neck.]

Fucking gorgeous--and all mine.

[Another lance of hot, possessive lust shoots through him as he shifts to kiss Jack, rough and messy.]

Nothing better in the world than this--you, in my arms, blissed out and fucking wrecked from a plain old hand job. Oh, I am gonna make an absolutely stunning mess outta you tonight...you got your feet back under you, Angel? Cause I heard the door close, and you still got too many clothes on.

[Jack huffs out a soft, breathy laugh against John's mouth, nodding as he starts unbuttoning his shirt.]

To be fair [he says, still panting a little] you did leave a real strong impression on my psyche the first time you got me off like that.

[Because of course that memory came back very fast, and has only grown more solid with time. And the thought of it, now, has him grinning at John before he lifts his hand to unbutton his cuff with his teeth.]

[The patchwork of the Dreamscape is something John delights in--how they came together, not once but twice, and built a life together with little more than gut instinct to go on. John had his journal, but the memories faded after until the words and the feeling were all he had...

Seeing Jack unfasten his shirt cuff with his teeth connects two more pieces. A visual to go with the words describing their first time, pragmatism and charm blending to make John less sure of what he wanted and more desperate for it.

He's on Jack before he can really think about it, tunneling his fingers into Jack's hair to kiss him, hard and hungry, nipping sharply at his lower lip and clinging to him, pressing close so Jack can feel him getting hard, tease himself with the heat of Jack's closeness despite still not being totally naked yet...

When he breaks the kiss, sharing Jack's air, it's with a borderline feral grin and a raised eyebrow.]

You keep playing games with me, Angel, and we'll never make it to the ropes.

[Jack doesn't get the chance to even think about stopping himself from moaning softly against John's mouth, instinctively arching his hips as John draws him close. As his eyes close Jack feels everything outside this room getting a little farther away, magnifying everything John's making him feel.

He's not mindlessly giddy yet, but it probably won't take much to nudge him in that direction--especially if ropes are involved.

He laughs softly against John's mouth, reluctantly drawing back just enough to shrug his Oxford to the floor.]

I'd apologize, but something tells me you're not the least bit put out at the idea.

Exactly.

[John can resist a lot of things, including temptation...but then there's Jack. The only true test of his self control...

John releases Jack to finish stripping naked. As he does, he hears the soft sound of breath, distant and barely there in the otherwise now quiet apartment--and his self control is tested again. He can picture Ianto on the couch, watching through the gap in the open door, or just listening as he sinks back into the cushions, palming himself through his trousers--

Licking lips suddenly gone bone dry, focusing instead on heading for the dresser to grab the coil of ocean blue rope that's tucked into the drawer. He has a plan, at least a rough one...but suddenly he has an idea that could be even better, given the way Jack responded the night Ianto dragged John into subspace until they were both playing with him like a toy. John's not willing to go quite that far just yet, but knowing how much Jack loves being put on display?

John turns to watch Jack remove the last of his clothes, rope in hand.]

One more question before we really get started: which do you like better? The idea of Ian peeping on us, not knowing for sure what he's up to out there? Or would it be hotter to have him in here, see him watching what a good boy you are for me? Not playing with us--no talking, no touching, it's just you and me tonight, but I know sometimes you like seeing those eyes watching you.

[While he's something of an expert at getting undressed swiftly and efficently no matter the circumstances, Jack's still glad that Jack waited to ask that until after he'd dealt with his shoes otherwise he might have at least fumbled to keep his balance. Sure, the idea of either John or Ianto just watching is nothing new but that doesn't stop it from being incredibly hot.

In another time and place the answer would just be 'yes' or 'all of the above' or something equally cheeky. But right now, after taking a couple moments to get his brain cells to agree on an answer and remember how to articulate it, Jack takes a breath that's only shaking thanks to arousal and lifts his gaze.]

Having him in here.

[It's a small effort to bite back an addition about how hot and amusing it will be to watch Ianto fighting the desire to touch either one of them--another night he might play at testing who's in charge, but not tonight. Or not right now, at the very least.]

[John isn’t surprised by the answer—and he’s just as intrigued by the idea of Ianto holding himself away from them if he’s in the room.

Crossing over, he slides a hand through Jack’s hair as he kisses him.]

Good boy—good job.

[He draw back just a little, about to lift his voice slightly to be heard by Ianto’s supernatural hearing…

…and hears the door squeak instead as Ianto lets himself silently into the room, settling into the wing backed chair in one corner where he sits with Val some nights when she’s fussy.

Beaming, John ignores him and steps back to gestures to the full length mirror against one wall.]

Stand in front of the mirror. This is gonna be a little like the first time I tied you up…But I want you to watch. Want you to see yourself while I do it.

Yes, sir.

[Jack's voice is soft and totally lacking any of the cheek and charm he'd be putting into it in another situation, and not just because the visuals stirred up by John's command have sent a good deal of blood from his brain.

He's sure he doesn't remember all of it still, but he remembers more than enough--remembers how John made him feel that night; how even that first time they'd properly played around with control John had managed to completely erase everything else outside that room from Jack's awareness with just his voice and expertly tied knots.

And even just remembering feeling both that impossibly safe and impossibly turned on at the same time is enough to render Jack incapable of even considering putting up some of his usual charming defenses. So instead of using John's order to wind Ianto up just a bit with some strategic posing, Jack doesn't even acknowledge Ianto's presence in the room as he steps in front of the mirror.]

[Ianto's heart just about stops at the sight of Jack gone...

He knows they're all right, all three of them, but being allowed in to see this moment, as if they were alone...Ianto finally feels it in his bones, and he's bloody grateful as all hell.

Jack spends so much time performing, even for them, but this is Jack with the last of that armor stripped away. Not hiding from anyone, not protecting anyone from the best and worst parts of himself. He's open and vulnerable and beautiful in a way Ianto's never seen before, not even when he's helped to dominate Jack before.

He sees what John and Jack have, so different from what the two of them have: how John can strip him bare and shield him, and it makes him feel all the more blessed to be allowed to be the one that can wrap him up in his armor and stand against him, beside him, prop him up and make him the Captain.

Ianto is as moved as he is turned on, and John is so focused on Jack's obedience and full surrender to the moment he forgets Ianto's there. Moving behind Jack, he watches him in the mirror and slides the rope through his hands, pressing a chaste kiss to his shoulder.]

You can make noise if you want to, this time. S'ok if you talk, only rule is no flirting. On purpose, I mean.

[Smiling against Jack's shoulder, John finds the middle of the length of rope...and silently starts working up a decorative rope harness around Jack's torso while Ianto watches, eyes gone dark and soon breathing heavily as the harness starts to take shape against Jack's skin.]

[Another evening when he wasn't trying to let go of all his senses as quickly as possible, Jack might have managed to answer John's order with a smirking 'or what?'. And there's definitely a not-small part of him that does want to show Ianto what John's particular brand of really hot, commanding discipline looks like some time. But right now Jack can't think about doing anything except watch and feel as John works.

He'd thought that first time had been overwhelming enough when he'd been blindfolded and completely surrounded by John and the ropes, and he thought he'd been well-prepared for the effect anything John might do tonight would have on him by this point, but this is already absurdly hot.

And sure, even at his most self-loathing Jack knows he's hot no matter his state of (un)dress, but it's not even--okay, it's not just that. There's just something about watching John wrap him up like this, not just restraining him but adorning him with the masterfully tied knots, that has Jack losing his grip on his remaining faculties and not giving a damn.

Even the couple things he can almost-think about saying--how hot this is, how thankful he is that John's doing this for him, that he and Ianto have stayed even after absolutely dreadful moments like the morning after his rescue that would have ended so differently in past relationships--can't quite make their way into becoming coherent words he can actually get out of his head, so Jack settles for letting his body speak for him as it has so many times in the past; letting his muscles relax into the restraints without going completely boneless so he's still able to stand under his own power, breath getting just a little louder and more ragged as he watches John tying the rope across his chest, expression going bright and glassy in the mirror as heat builds under his skin.]

...yeah...good boy, just like that...

[John loses himself in the act of binding Jack, focusing on the rope and the body in front of him. The steady, rhythmic pull and slide of soft cotton, the warmth and give of bare skin--the flex and ease of muscle as Jack's body responds to stay upright under the gentle force used to tie each knot and weave each shape.

He can't stop himself from letting out the string of quiet praise and utterances of pleasure as he works, feeling and seeing and hearing Jack go under for him. It drags John under his own wave of heat and desire, senses opening to drink in every detail, sharpening to be aware of Jack's every heartbeat and inhalation...

He missed this high. He missed this sense of power and control and strength, and using it in just this way to make Jack so soft and pliant and happy. He missed it, and he's absolutely blissed out to remember that Oleander is dead for trying to take it away from him.

Once the harness is in place, John can't resist pausing to slide his arms around Jack's waist and press against his back, his own hard on something Jack won't be able to escape feeling. He kisses Jack's neck, hands smoothing over rope and skin, hooking in one of the double lengths of rope pulled tight across his chest and tugging to watch him react in the mirror.]

Feel good so far, Angel? Not too tight, not too loose?

[Yes, 'so far'--John isn't done, but the temptation to play with Jack for a moment is too great.

Especially when he can hear Ianto's breath catch, and the quiet rake of a zip being undone before there's a sweep of skin on skin and a barely there moan.]

[It takes a couple moments for Jack's increasingly hazy mind to realize John's words have changed from soft praise to an actual question he's expected to answer, and while he knows immediately what that answer is, it takes a couple more moments for him to figure out how to articulate it in a way that will be coherent and actually what he means. Because fuck, he does not want John to stop anytime soon and especially not because of his own slightly-slippery grip on English.

Thankfully it's not that slippery yet, though, so it only takes as long for him to blink a couple times for his liquifying brain cells to come together to let him tip his head back slightly to look up at John to give his answer, although it feels considerably longer.

...then the sensation of John tugging on the harness derails him for a moment as his breath catches in his throat before leaving him with a soft, satisfied sigh ]

Mmm--no, 'm perfect, thank you.

[If he were in a more coherent state those words would probably sound smug, but considering his half-slurred cadence and slightly-glazed over expression it likely sounds more absurd than anything, and Jack hasn't the sense to care. And a few weeks ago that would have worried him, if only because of the not-so-small concern of just where his mind might slip off to if he wasn't watching it, but now he's just--happy is an understatement, but he can barely come up with that word let alone anything grander.]

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[John growls as Jack sinks back into him, tipping his head back to answer. He’s already slurring, heavy and warm in his arms, trusting John to support him, sinking like a stone into the rope and into John’s control…

He physically can’t resist the temptation, but he also knows that he’s willing to let Jack be messy to a point. Some things are just uncomfortable instead of sexy.

Biting Jack’s shoulder, he tugs on the harness again, this time from the back, sealing him back against John’s chest.]

Do you remember the books we studied in the Dreamscape library? The arm binders that got me so hot to try real shibari? I wanted to put you in one tonight…but I am so tempted to just fuck you right in front of this mirror, just hold onto this harness and fucking wreck you. Make you come on my cock, make you watch it…fuck you through one orgasm and into another.

[The way his self control is fraying can be heard in his voice, breathless and shaking. It can be felt in the way his hips are shifting minutely, grinding his clothed erection slowly against Jack’s bare ass.

He’s holding on, though, just barely—but he wants Jack to feel it. To be aware that he still has control, just to be safe…and yeah, to get him even more lost in the pleasure of undoing him just by giving himself to John like this.]

Tying you up is so damn difficult, because I barely have the chance to truss you up before just looking at you nearly makes me come.

[He can hear the whisper of skin on skin now—Ianto’s breathing getting ragged, shit he’s already jerking off, and John moans outright as he grabs Jack by the hair to twist his head around so he can kiss him, because if he can’t at least kiss him he’s going to fuck him raw, and then he’ll never get to see how gorgeous Jack is in an arm binder, helpless as John tries to see just how many times he can make Jack come before he needs to rest…]

[Jack's not sure, at first, that he remembers the exact thing John's referring to, but he knows he remembers the hours spent in that library and that combined with John's words is enough to clarify just a little more of that memory.

To be fair, even if he didn't remember so clearly he'd still be really turned on at the picture John's started to paint for him, but having that little extra detail--along with the sensation of John's denim-clad hard-on pressing against his bare skin--is enough to make Jack moan, eyes closing for a moment as he struggles to get control of his own arousal.

….although closing his eyes doesn't really help much, because that makes him more aware of the other noises in the room, and he's familiar enough with the sound of Ianto getting himself off that he definitely doesn't need to look in the mirror for confirmation. Not that he gets much of a chance, anyway, not with John pulling him in for a breath-stealing kiss.

And all of that--John's recounting of their 'studies', Ianto's mostly-silent presence, John's body pressed against his--serves to almost-entirely mute all the chattering voices that keep trying to speak up to remind him why surrendering his senses too much is a risk he shouldn't take--

And Jack's very determined to smother them. Luckily it's very easy to keep his focus on John, particularly since he knows that he's been given a choice, of sorts. Of course he'd be happy either way, but…]

Want you to tie me up [he breathes, voice just a little clearer as he forces himself to be just a bit more lucid for a moment] Keep me--right where you want me, please.

[Even in that very particular soft, breathless, needy tone, John is taken back to being under for Jack, the feel of body-warmed leather and Jack's unrestrained air of command as he whispered similar words in John's ear. It was so new, being bound that way, and he was so perfectly helpless without his safe words...and he'd never felt safer in his life.

He wants to make Jack feel that vulnerable and that protected...but he also wants to keep him bound for a nice, long while, and there's one surefire way to relax and limber up every single muscle for a difficult tie.

John tightens his grip on the back of the harness and holds Jack's gaze in the mirror. He pulls Jack impossibly closer, sliding one hand over his stomach and chest.]

Want you right here.

[He teases his fingers along the rope, skating over the places it meets skin, mapping the harness lower and lower on his body until he can tease his fingers over Jack's cock.]

Watching me hold you here. Feeling how hard I am for you already.

[He wraps his fingers around Jack's cock slowly, stroking slow and deliberate to tease him.]

Watching yourself, falling apart. Can't run from how much I love you, how perfect you are, how good you are all over. Even when you're a gorgeous broken mess, coming for me...then I'm gonna tie you up and keep you that way for a good, long while, keep you right where I want you.

[He strokes him faster, transfixed by the way Jack reacts to every touch, every word.]

And I want you here, want you coming for me--want you all mine.

[A delightful shiver races down Jack's spine as John's fingers trace over the rope on their way to his cock, and when John finally starts stroking him he lets out a soft sigh, eyes closing for a few moments as he practically melts in John's hands.

He's just coherent enough to understand what John's saying, but too turned on and lost in everything John's making him feel to even consider trying to shrug off all that praise with some quip about the hilarity of calling him good by anyone's definition. Maybe he doesn't quite believe everything John's saying, but he also doesn't want to reject or outright run from it either. And that should scare him a little, considering how easy it would be to get too complacent, to fall into the trap of believing his life could always be so simple, but it doesn't.

And maybe that's just because it's difficult to be scared of anything when he's so ridiculously hard, but under the circumstances he'll take it.]
Mmm--yours [he breathes, forcing his eyes open again to watch the picture John's making of them in the mirror. And it's just shy of too much, seeing as well as feeling John's strong hands holding him and that lovely blue rope wrapping around him, made into gorgeous patterns with those same hands.

He moans, eyes falling shut again and head dropping back a little] All yours. Fuck, John--fuck, that's good--

[If he'd been going to say anything more complex, the words for it are obliterated from his mind as his orgasm builds,and the only noises he can manage as it breaks are soft, stuttering gasps as his body strains against the rope and John's hands.]

[John pulls a little harder on the rope as Jack starts to writhe, straining physically towards his orgasm as John strokes him. He keeps him pressed close, rocks his hips against Jack’s ass to let him feel how hard he is again.

He wants it all in Jack’s head when he comes. He wants to use pleasure like Oleander used her poisons, slip truth past his walls and self loathing so when John breaks him, puts him back together, those truths remain.]

Good like you deserve—I could do anything I want when I have you like this, sweet and helpless and all mine. But I do this because you make me…you’re so gorgeous and strong and loving, I can’t resist treating you like you deserve. Taking care of you, touching you, giving you every good thing you’ve ever given me…Like getting to see you this way, getting to make you come, over and over…want you to come for me now, Jack, wanna see you, hear you feel all that pleasure you deserve, feel me hold you up, watch you, c’mon Angel come for me right now…

[While he'll probably remember why he was concerned that giving himself over to John like this could end badly when they're done, at the moment Jack can't remember those reasons let alone why he would have given them any real consideration. He can't think about anything except how incredible it feels to go under like this, can't focus on anything that isn't the pressure of the ropes and the heat of arousal burning through his veins and John.

He can't even remember that he'd been hesitant about taking orders like this again let alone why, because the heat that races under his skin at John's soft command feels too damn good to question. Which leads to it being entirely impossible for him to question everything else John's saying to him, because if he did John might untie the ropes and that's the last thing Jack wants right now.

He'd also have to remember how English works to question anything John's saying about him, and that's definitely too much right now, as the combined force of John's control over him and the pressure of the ropes and his building orgasm work to render his mind incapable of handling all but the most basic functions. So he doesn't speak--or at least doesn't say anything articulate--as the pressure and heat that's been building through his body finally breaks at John's command. He manages to open his eyes, just for a moment, to take in the vision of John pulling on the harness to hold him close--before his orgasm tears through him, making his eyes close again, head falling back against John's shoulder as he moans and gasps in completely unintelligible delight.]

Beautiful--fuck, yeah Angel, c'mon...God, you're so goddamn perfect. You're so good for me, Jack, so fucking hot...my good boy, my Jack, all mine, my good Jack...

[John clings to Jack as he comes, just shatters to pieces and surrenders to everything. Holding him like this has never felt more important, more weighty, more perfect than it does now. Knowing how afraid he's been of giving up control, of giving himself so totally to even them, so afraid that the demons Oleander poked into wakefulness would overtake him...

John beats them back with a constant litany of mindless praise as he works Jack through his orgasm. He supports his weight, holds him close, and the way Jack is twisting and straining against the harness...an idea strikes John then, but he'll have to break his own rules for it. Then again, that might be a good thing.]

...Ian?

M' here.

[John grins at the way Ianto sounds--that's post-orgasm lassitude if he ever heard it.]

You got enough brain cells left to bring me the second coil of rope in the drawer?

[Instead of answering, John hears Ianto stand (he can't stop staring at Jack in the mirror, loose and moaning and incoherent with the last tremors of his orgasm, he's so beautiful), hike up his pants...and a moment later, feels his lips on John's temple as John removes his hand from Jack's cock before his touch can get uncomfortable, wiping it on his jeans before letting Ianto press the coil of rope into John's hand.

Carefully steering Jack over to the foot of the bed, John stands him there, where he can still see himself when he regains more awareness, and satisfied he won't collapse, gently positions Jack's arms in place for the diamond patterned arm binder he'd referenced, had in mind for ages to try with Jack. Using the harness as an anchor, he begins to work the pattern of knots, caging Jack's arms behind him with a little more slack than the design calls for just to be safe. He ends with Jack's hands behind him, palms together...

And when he's done, just enjoys himself by running his hands gently over Jack's bound arms and shoulders. Teases his fingers over rope and skin while Jack finishes coming back to himself to find he's been bound with John constantly touching him. He takes advantage to make sure to check the tension in places, slipping fingers into the web of rope here and there so Jack can feel it, so his mind can't play tricks and he's aware he's being taken care of.

That...and this is something John has wanted for a long time. Fantasies of suspensions, of intricate webs of rope woven across Jack's naked body, turning him into a piece of art for John's pleasure alone, as long as he wants. He's fairly certain being used that way would get Jack hot, but he also likes what it represents: that Jack, alone, is enough. A gift--without sex, without seduction, without skill. Just present and beautiful and giving John the ability to do things he'd never have been capable of, bring him peace and pleasure and comfort just by the virtue of being there.

So touching him this way--yeah, John's jeans are painfully tight now, so before he stops touching Jack long enough to make himself more comfortable, he kisses his shoulder and checks in.]

You back with me, Angel? Feel okay? Color for how your shoulders 'n arms feel--no rush.

[While his brain is definitely, wonderfully wrecked to the point of rendering him incapable of stringing together a sentence while John works, Jack's still aware of where he is--and who he's with. He knows without struggling for the knowledge that he hears Ianto's voice, briefly. Ianto, who's seen him do some absolutely terrible things and order others to do terrible things--and is still here, not just watching John wreck his mind but helping in some way.

And somewhere in the far back of his mind Jack knows why he's been concerned about this very thing. But in this moment Ianto's presence just makes it that tiny bit easier to come back to his senses slowly and without worry about what will be waiting for him when he eventually surfaces all the way.

Which he's definitely not doing any time soon, even if he is definitely present enough to feel John working. He lets out the occasional soft sigh as the rope tightens around his arms, and the sound of John asking him a question brings him back just enough to only have to blink a couple times before coming up with his answer.]

Mmm--green [he practically purrs, flexing his arms just enough to feel the tension of the ropes]

Good boy...that's great, Angel...

[John lets his hands fall away, unzipping his jeans with a sigh of relief as he adjusts himself, and just...stares.]

I've wanted this longer 'n you know, Jack. I want more, I wanna just dress you in rope one day. A living sculpture, head to foot, and truly have my way with you. Just thinking about it, first time I tied you up--got so excited I had to safe word. Part of the reason I came untouched.

[Circling around to face Jack, John's own face shows he's as far gone as Jack, just in the other direction. He's laser focused on him, riding a high that leaves his mind completely clear, has him perceiving the whole universe with the perfection of a diamond's fire, glittering in the light.

Reaching out, he smooths his hands over Jack's shoulders, tracing the curve of rope, skin, and muscle with hungry fingers and an even hungrier expression.]

That's the best part of this, Jack...'cause now you're at my mercy. You don't have to think or worry, just feel--and use your colors if you don't like something or wanna change something. Even if it's just to be comfortable, I want to hear 'yellow' if you need a drink, or get hungry, or just wanna keep going but need me to adjust the ropes...'cause I wanna keep you here. For a long time--keep you tied up safe 'n happy and just enjoy you. Letting go, giving me everything...let me carry every last trouble for you for a nice, long while.

[He lifts a hand to cradle Jack's cheek, and runs a thumb along his lower lip just to see what he'll do--just because he can.]

Can you do that for me, Angel? Be a good boy who just feels good things, and says something for me if you need to?

[While he's still far from sensible enough to even think about anything more complex than how good it feels to be trussed up like this and how hot John is when he's in control, Jack is still able to parse the majority of what John's saying. Enough, at least, that he feels heat race through every nerve ending at the picture John paints of tying him up even more some day--

And when his sluggish mind finishes making sense of John's plans for tonight, he lets out a soft moan, lips parting against the touch of John's thumb and muscles straining just a little to feel the pleasant tug of the rope]

Yes. [he gasps, eyes fluttering open as he forces himself to focus on being coherent for a few moments.] Yes, sir. I'll use my colors if I need to. Want to feel good for you.

Good boy…good boy.

[John breathes the word against Jack’s hairline as he presses his lips there, then gathers his face fully between his hands.]

Let go. Just let it all go now.

[He steers Jack back a couple more steps, feathering gentle kisses across his face as he guides Jack to sit down.]

This is all that’s left. Just me, and you, and feeling what I allow you to feel. Seeing what I allow you to see.

[Burrowing his hands into Jack’s hair, John lets go a little himself and kisses Jack. Kisses him, and keeps on kissing him.

Long and slow and deep. Over and over. Chaste little pecks and claiming his mouth the way he wants to claim Jack’s body with rough, filthy mating thrusts of his tongue.

He takes his time to just lose himself in kissing Jack without distraction or deferral, while Jack can only sit there and let him take his fill until John finally breaks away for air.]

[Jack responds to John's hungry kisses eagerly, moving to meet John as much as he can without being able to leverage himself with his arms. With each second a little more of his remaining mental function melts away and his muscles relax a little more against the ropes--

Well, most of his muscles relax. While he's definitely not at full attention yet, Jack can definitely tell that a fair bit of blood is heading south courtesy of John's forceful kissing, and the combination of the two has him pleasantly lightheaded by the time John stops for breath. The fact that makes it even more difficult to think about anything that isn't John and the ropes is definitely a bonus.]

Fuck…[he gasps as John draws back, breath catching as he instinctively flexes his arms to start reaching to sink his fingers in John's hair, causing the ropes to press into his skin a little more.] Fuck--thank you.

[His tone is just as borderline senseless as the words, the only way he can even try to articulate how grateful he is for the fact he can still lose himself like this in spite of everything the universe has thrown at them--and for John being so willing and eager to help him do it.]

[John just smiles, knowing an answer isn't needed. Jack probably couldn't understand him anyway...and it's so hot he can't help but palm himself through his jeans with a ragged sigh.]

That's it...that's so fucking good...

[He's talking to himself, just trying to release a little of his own arousal-induced tension with words...and he's still stroking himself through his jeans, he can't quite make himself stop. This was part of the fantasy, just admiring him and touching himself, with Jack helpless to just watch, so close and unable to take part, prolonged endless teasing that would just unravel him further until all that held him together was the rope.

He almost opens his mouth to ask Jack what he wants...but stops himself. That's not the point. The point is to take every bit of power away from Jack he safely can, show him the same kind of pleasure and safety he's shown John in that perfect surrender.

Brand this so deep in his psyche that no one's fucking meddling will ever be able to make him afraid of this ever again.

So John just takes a couple steps back, still devouring Jack with his eyes--and slides a hand under his shirt to run his fingers over his scars, movement visible under fabric pulled taut, but still hidden from Jack's sight. He can't quite tell which scar John caresses to make him sigh, or catch with the edge of his nail to make his eyes flutter. He can't tell if John is just stroking his chest or pinching a nipple when he moans, still teasing himself through thick denim until he's graduated to digging the heel of his hand gently into the visible line of his hard cock with a growl.

And all the while, he never takes his eyes off Jack.]

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