He groans, he smiles, he twists onto his back. Any extra blanket space moves with him. His hand rubs at his face, then up, up through his green hair. He snaps his arm to the left to fish for his phone on the nightstand. He goes to turn it on, "Shit, God," he ditches it just as fast. Too bright, oh way too much for right now. He felt sated, floating, like he was just existing. A little like a rock, he laughed under his breath. When the thoughts in his head quieted down, he heard it. The soft snoring and rustling. Oh. The red matted hair contrasted from the solid colored bed. The Irish man felt his face heat up.
That, now that was something to think about. The way his hands slipped down his body like Jack was an art. The red head's lips against his neck, Lord, and down there. That alone could kill the man. "Shaking, for me? What sort of face would you make if I did this?" Jack almost choked. Words, they're riveting, but nothing like a hand against a tight ring of muscle. One, two, in and out. Faster, Mark, what the hell am I saying? The guilt was tossed when he felt his back arc upwards. He knew how his lover was watching him, and boy was the man better at controlling Jack than a character in a game. The green haired man fumbled to grab anything, anywhere, just as long as it was him.
That heated feeling became fleeting to Ol'Jackaboy as Mark changed to crawl up him. A strong hand kept him propped up above him as legs were kicked to the side and shifted out of the way. Jack almost couldn't work his own passive functions, "breathe." It was all hushed for a moment. Oh, jeez. Then, then it was mind numbing. How he was worked, and bent, and used. He loved that Mark had all of him, it gave him security. "Mark, Mark, more, please," And as he said, went. His hips followed the rhythm without his head catching up and noises left his throat. Noises he didn't realize he could make. Yet, it was the red haired guy on top of him and all his soft praises that pushed him.
Jack stretched, sighed, and flipped himself up and over the man in bed with him. The morning light was definitely what was peeking through the curtains now. Mark was looking up at him now, dazed as much as he was just a bit early. "My turn."
There ya go bestfriend.