Chase sat in his throne, leg bouncing as he attempted to keep control. He was fine. He didn't need anyone or anything at the moment. He saw one of his warriors walk past and he tried to summon the tiger to him but went unheard. Chase was not going to give in and call to the warrior with his voice, that was not how this worked. Chase was just going to have to calm himself first before trying again. He didn't even want anything, he only wanted to prove that he could.

Chase's shirt felt like it was strangling him now, he was fine earlier but this sudden rush of heat was not okay and it took every fiber of his being to not rip his shirt off. He. Was. Fine.

"Curse this heat." Chase grunted to himself, digging his fingers into the armrests of his throne, feeling the stone curl up under his nails.

"Hey Chase, you know where Vanti-" Jack stopped when he saw Chase struggling.

"Not now, Spicer." Chase pulled at the collar of his shirt.

"You need me to..." Jack wasn't sure how to ask or even what exactly he was asking.

"No. I'm fine. I can handle this." Chase slammed his head back against the throne and let out a yell of frustration.

"It doesn't really sound like you're fine nor can you handle...that." Jack gestured towards the lower half of Chase's body.

"Just let me take care of this!" Chase snapped.

"If you could do that, I wouldn't be here right now." Jack didn't know where this random courage came from but he wasn't too upset about it. "Weren't you the one who told me that the only reason that I'm here is because of that? And then fucked me against the wall right after that? That was only a few days ago."

"Spicer. Here. Now." Jack saw a smirk on Chase's lips and did as he was told. The young man yelped when Chase grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into a harsh kiss. "You're pushing your luck."

"And you love it?" Jack asked with a weak laugh. Chase chuckled and kissed the genius again. "I...I want to try something." Jack said after they parted and started moving down to his knees. "I saw this when I was...researching." The young man swallowed when he saw Chase raising a brow. "O-Okay." Jack held on to the hem of Chase's pants and started tugging them down. Jack had no idea what he was doing but remembered that the person in the video looked really happy when it was happening to him and Chase was allowing him to remove his pants, showing that the warlord might know what he had planned.

"Good luck." Chase grinned as Jack moved up a little and stared at the thing that had been inside of him twice already in the past week. Jack swallowed before putting the tip of it into his mouth. He took in some more and gently wrapped his hand around the base, he knew that he wasn't going to get all of it in, especially with this being his first time of doing this to anyone.

Jack slowly moved his head, making sure his teeth did not touch Chase, knowing that he wouldn't enjoy that so he shouldn't do that to the other man. He remembered seeing the person in the video using their tongue at points and he tried to do the same to some degree. Jack assumed he did something right when Chase let out a soft grunt and his hand was now gripping his red hair. Jack continued this movement for a bit before he started moving his hand as well, making sure that all of it was being stimulated. The hold on his hair was now stronger and he could hear Chase's breathing becoming even heavier. Jack wasn't ready to be suddenly pulled away from what he was doing. His face was a bright red as he saw a trail of saliva connecting his bottom lip to what had just been in his mouth. Jack licked his lips to make the saliva fall away and swallowed as he looked up at Chase.

"Did I do something wrong?" Jack asked.

"Not at all." Chase grabbed Jack's shirt and lifted him up, setting the young man on his lap. "I just want more." Jack gasped when Chase's hands slipped into the back of his pants, resting his palms on Jack's rear. "Call me a little selfish."

"Too late." The smirk on Jack's face melted away when Chase plunged a dry finger into him.

"Want to try that again?" Chase asked, slowly moving his finger around.

"Whatever you want, sir." Jack saw Chase's grin before two, now wet, fingers joined the one. "Fuck!"

"In a moment." Chase chuckled, teasing Jack for a bit longer before finally taking his fingers out. Jack placed his hands on Chase's shoulders and moved his hips up so Chase could lower his pants more. "Are you ready?" Chase whispered into Jack's ear. Chase lowered Jack on top of him after the young man nodded his head. "Good, take it all." Chase growled when Jack was fully seated. "Relax or this won't work." Chase started rubbing Jack's thighs. He waited until Jack tried moving himself to tell him that he could handle more. Chase held on to the bottom of Jack and started to help the young man ride him.

Jack arched his back when Chase's hand ran up it, he let out a long groan as Chase gently dug his nails into his back and dragged it down. He heard the cloth of his shirt ripping from the claws and was wondering how many of these he was going to go through before this heat was over. That thought didn't trouble him long when Chase gripped his hips and started moving him faster. Jack moaned and tilted his head forward and held on to Chase as he tried to keep up with Chase's set pace. The young man could tell that with how hard Chase was now holding his hips that he was almost done, having caught on to that after the previous times doing this. He was ready for Chase to finish and for the warlord to make Jack finish on his own.

"Shit!" Jack gasped. Chase was now nipping at his collarbone and was pumping the young man to the same speed that he was being pounded into. Jack found himself panting and was no longer able to move on his own as he felt everything building up once more. He was trying his best to hold back, not wanting to make a mess on Chase, but a particularly harsh bite on his neck made him lose it.

Jack leaned his forehead on Chase's shoulder and held on as Chase continued on, knowing he wasn't going to have to deal for long with how sporadic Chase was moving. He was hoping that Chase wouldn't mind or at least show anger about what was now on the stomach of his shirt.

The young man stopped caring about what was happening when he heard Chase mutter something under his breath as he finished.

Everything stopped.

Jack couldn't feel anything.

Did...

Did Chase just say his name?