Jamison looked up at Jack with a smug grin on his face. He felt the cool trickle of blood down his upper lip from his nose where he'd gotten socked. Their scuffle did a number on the junker's slim frame. Jamison huffed and slumped his head back with a groan, further exposing his neck and torso. His body was bruised and riddled with marks where Jack had landed good hits on him.
"Are you about done running your mouth, Fawkes?" Jack spat, shaking his fist to the side to pop his knuckles.
Jamison licked the blood off his lip, "pro'lly not, if we're gonna be honest."
Jack surveyed the damage of what he'd done to the junker, but his gaze couldn't escape his groin. Jamison was hard. A bright red blush covered the old soldier's face.
"I-I'm at a loss for words, Jamison."
The smug grin crept back on Jamison's face as he beaconed Jack down to him with his index, "ya don't need words if yer ridin' my dick, mate."
Jack let out a short laugh and crouched down to meet the junker. Jamison met him with an aggressive kiss, asserting his tongue in the soldier's mouth. Jack straddled Jamison's lap, grinding into him softly as he fought for dominance in the kiss. Jamison struggled to remove his shorts with Jack planted so firmly on his lap.
"You just wanted to get me mad to have sex?"
"Can ya blame me? Yer cute when yer mad," Jamison cooed, pinching Jack's ass.
Jack frowned and reached in between their legs, grabbing Jamison's bulging erection tightly. Jamison yelped, eyes widening.
"I'm not cute."
"Ja-ack, please jus' get on me already. Yer not cute 'm sorry," Jamison groaned, thrusting up into Jack's firm grip.
Satisfied by Jamison's begging and pleading, Jack swiftly removed his pants and skivvies. Jamison practically tore his shorts off to get some semblance of relief from his captivity.
Jack bit his lip then moved his ass back and forth, teasing Jamison's tip. The junker gripped the soldier's ass tightly with both hands and forced him down onto his already-leaking erection. Jack tensed up and gasped wide-eyed as Jamison thrust his hips up into him desperately. The junker sank his teeth into Jack's neck as he tried to slow down his pace.
Just as soon as Jack got used to the pace and position, Jamison flipped him over onto his back and deepened his thrusts. Jack's eyes rolled upwards as he let out a loud cry of pleasure when Jamison hit his spot repeatedly. His body tensed up and shuddered, nearing his climax.
"Ja-ack. Don't cum yet. I'm havin' fun gettin' revenge on ya," Jamison said breathlessly, sporting a wavering smile on his face.
Jack responded by tightening his muscles around Jamison's member, making him cum almost immediately afterward.
"Yer not nice," Jamison pouted.
"Neither are you, Jamie." Jack grumbled, wiping cum off of his abdomen.
Jamison tried to retort but instead collapsed on top of him and snored loudly.