God, it has been far, far too long since he's done this, and even longer since he has enjoyed someone as absolutely delicious as Jack Frost. The boy makes such pretty noises as Pitch sucks on his neck, runs gentle fingers through his hair – though judging by his breathy moans, Jack is not opposed to a little hair-pulling – and rocks their hips together.

"Do you like this?" Pitch murmurs. Jack nods, arching up into Pitch's touch, fingers hungrily grasping at Pitch's shoulders, digging into his skin. "Hmm, thought so." His voice is teasing, seductive before he flicks his tongue in Jack's mouth and presses their lower bodies completely flush against one another.

Then Jack's letting out a staccato cry and his hips are stuttering off the wall – as Pitch suspected, Jack looked lovely pressed up against the wall of his lair, the darkness of the tiles highlighting the creamy paleness of his skin – and he's clutching at his own heaving chest.

Pitch leans back, surveying the younger boy, whose eyes are squeezed closed and hair is a tousled, perfect mess around his head. "Did you just – "

It's a superfluous question. The Boogeyman knows what just happened: he made Jack Frost come in his pants.

"I'm not an inexperienced teenager, okay?" Jack blurts out, cheeks reddening as his brain seems to catch up with what his voice just said. "Well…I guess technically, I am, but it's only because no one has been able to see me, so it's been hard to find someone to date and actually get experience with and I – mmf." Pitch cuts him off with a firm kiss to his lips, pressing him back against the wall of his lair.

"Interesting" Pitch hums melodiously, peppering Jack's face and neck with feather-light kisses.

"What's interesting?" Jack asks dully, cheeks still a beautiful crimson colour and his eyes downcast.

"What's interesting is that underneath your cool, composed exterior you're actually a bit of a rambler." Delight dances in Pitch's eyes as he imagines all the fun (no pun intended) he and Jack are going to have in the future. Just him and this desperate, touch-starved, beautiful young man. There is just so much that Pitch can teach him, so much he can't wait to show him. Jack has no idea how good he can feel, and Pitch is going to be the one to demonstrate it.

Jack rolls his eyes, teeth worrying his bottom lip. "Glad I could be so entertaining for you."

He looks utterly humiliated and makes to fly off, actually manages to make it a few feet in the air before Pitch is clutching him around the waist – he's so slender that Pitch can almost reach all the way around his body, and oh God they will definitely be exploring that later because the thought is fascinating – and dragging him back down. Jack's already limp from his recent orgasm and despite putting up a bit of a fight, Pitch refuses to let go and even though his arms are screaming at him he manages to get Jack back against the wall.

"If it is experience that you are after, my dear snowflake, then I am more than happy to provide it." Jack's eyes widen with lust as Pitch traces a long finger down his cheek, then his chest, finally down so that it is hovering just above his belt.

Jack gasps as Pitch swoops down and palms him between his legs, thighs tensing as if his body's not sure if he wants to pull away or grind closer.

"Oh, come on. You came like a teenager so I can only assume that you have the recovery time of one too" Pitch grins slyly, sliding his hands up around Jack's waist, fitting his thumbs into the dimples above his ass and pulling him in for another smouldering kiss.