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"...J-Jack?"

The spirit's heavily-lidded, dazed blue eyes locked with your own. "Hn?"

The very sound of his voice shouldn't have made you shiver, but it did nonetheless. The smooth, velvet-like texture to his every vocalized sound was difficult to ignore. "I, uh," you began, trying and failing to redeem your lost composure. "I don't exactly know how, well, this-" you gave his reddened shaft a tug. "works."

Jack offered a weary laugh. "You're too adorable for your own good, you know that? Here..." He gently placed his cool fingers over your own and guided them down to the base of his privates. "Squeeze here- oh. N-Not that hard!" You slackened your grip slightly, feeling the heat of his balls as they clenched and unclenched in anticipation. Jack leaned forward and nipped softly at the smooth skin of your neck, humming in approval. "Yeah, like that."

The spirit guided your hand up along his pulsating shaft to the tip, which was now leaking profusely. He pulled back the foreskin with the pad of his thumb and you smeared the white, sticky liquid around and around the exposed, pink flesh of the head. Jack quivered beneath you and sighed, splashing cool breath against your neck.

Goosebumps erupted on your skin as he suckled away. "You're really sensitive over here, aren't you?" You said, moreso a statement than a question as you formed a tight ring beneath the swollen, blushing head and drove your palm into it's slit in rough, circular motions.

Jack released a strangled sob; his cock twitched violently in your hands. His dark, slender brows rose and knitted together as he panted harshly. "(F/N,) he moaned, thrusting shallowly into your offending palm. "(F/N), st-st- oh, god! Please...,you're gonna make me cum."

You swallowed thickly and slowed your administrations to a halt. "Sorry," you mumbled, despite how you honestly weren't at all. An expression dangerously close to a pout dominated your features as you transitioned back to the base, formed a tight fist, and worked his cock up and down - squeezing and tugging and caressing thick veins with your thumb - but crudely avoiding the tormented head entirely.

Jack fixed his hazy eyes on your own, parted his lips, and sighed.

You almost whined with frustration. You don't want him to sigh. You want him to moan, wantonly, repeat your name like a prayer. You quickened your strokes, squeezed harder, felt his length throb against your palm. Jack's breathing was hard, desperate, but that wasn't enough. You wanted him to vocalize his pleasures as he had forced you to.

Up, down. Up, down. The cock beneath your hands was red, raw, and slimy from smeared rivulets of precum.

You lifted your free hand and entangled your fingers in Jack's snowy locks. With the other, you added more twist to your wrist as you neared his head (which was beginning to turn a lovely shade of purple) with every stroke, desperate to hear the spirit moan. You rested your forehead against the crook of his pale, flushed neck, and that was when you heard it.

A low, gutteral moan escaped Jack's parted lips and he shallowly thrusted into your grasp. "(F/N)," he breathed and craned back his neck. Cyan eyes burned into yours with unquenchable desire.

You shuddered at the sound and swallowed thickly. The sweater you still adorned quickly transformed into a hot, sticky burden as the desire to touch yourself at the sight before you overwhelmed your senses.

You removed your fingers from Jack's hair and cautiously placed your middle and index finger against his lips, curious as to whether or not he would take it. Surprisingly enough, the spirit parted his lips and ran a welcoming lick under the pads of your fingers. You pushed them all the way in, and Jack groaned as you continued adding tentative, soft strokes to his vertical manhood.

A strong suck to your fingers sent shock waves to your groin. The sight of Jack, a patch of red adorning each cheek, moaning around your fingers and thrusting shallowly into your fingers to fulfill his desires did little to stop the burning sensation between your thighs.

You extract the digits with a slight pop and guided them down to your entrance.

"Wait," Jack said, and clasped the flap of your sweater. "This is getting annoying."

He begins to bunch up the garment only to have you halt his progress with frenzied hands. "I don't think that's a good idea," you mused.

"What do you mean?" Jack laughed. "Do you realise much you're sweating right now? Come on, help me take this off." Jack continued to force the garment up and over your head, despite your various protests and physical attempts to stop him.

A moment later, the sweater crumpled onto the bed beside you, and he room fell silent. Pale eyes studied your bruised chest with an air of remorse.

You shifted uncomfortably. "Jack-" you began, moving your arms to hide your discolourations only to have the spirit force the offending limbs back to your sides.

Saying nothing, Jack traced the colourful lumps with gentle fingertips and cringed when you winced. Jack pressed his forehead against yours and sighed deeply. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft, disbelieving. "Why did you let him do this to you?"

You released a forced laugh. "Well, he was my first boyfriend. I guess I didn't...know what else to expect."

Jack's lips curved into a frown as he eyed your wounds. He did not laugh.

"Jack?" You cupped his cold, soft face. Your finger glided across his bottom lip.

The spirit took hold of your wrist and kissed it, felt the warmth of your veins pressed against his lips. He then leaned towards your chest and graced his mouth over the welts, kissed the ones that were still swollen. His arms looped around your waist and pulled you close, nipping at the corner of your breast and relishing the sounds of pleasure escaping your throat as he tongued his way closer to your nipple before finally latching on.

Goosebumps exploded on your skin. "Ah!" you cried, lacing your fingers in his silvery hair as pale arms pulled you flush against him. The spirit's tongue swirled around your nipple as he tentatively ran his fingers down your stomach, nearly causing you to double over. "Jack," you whispered, arching into his mouth with a groan. "Mo...re. Please."

Jack parted from your teat with a soft, wet noise. His teasing demeanor was gone; the boyish, alluring twinkle in his eye had been replaced with an aged, tired look. "No," he muttered, unable to meet your gaze and focusing instead on tracing patterns onto your back with chilly fingers. "No, I can't do that."

You forced a chuckle in an attempt to cover up the overwhelming wave of hurt that crashed onto your form. "So you're just gonna leave me hanging here?" Still you grinned, and your cheeks were growing tired. Your lips twitched under the strain. "That's pretty brutal, don't you think?"

Jack's pair of steely, blue eyes slid up to meet your own. In them lay a whirlpool of regret, anger, remorse and other things - all engaged in a viscous battle. When he spoke, even his words were weary from the hurricane in his mind. "I don't want to hurt you, (F/N)," he said, gesturing to your wounds. "Especially since some of them look so...fresh."

Something near your stomach drops at the sight of his disgusted expression. Gradually, you backed away from the spirit, brows raising in disbelief. "You think I'm disgusting..," you breathed, voice barely above a whisper.

Jack's eyes widened at the accusation. "What? ..No, no. That isn't what I meant!"

"It's written all over your face, Jack!" Your voice had raised to a shout. Tears welled in your eyes. The relationship between you and your friend has jumped from one dimension to another in such a short period of time, and you were beginning to wonder if you've made a mistake. "Maybe we should just stop."

"(F/N)," Jack said, reaching for your cheek and wincing when you jerked away. When he drew back his hand, hurt lay scribbled across his features. "(F/N), listen to me - no, look at me. If anything, I'm disgusted by what he's done to you. I love you, okay!" He took hold of either side of your head, forcing you to look into that pair of burning, azure eyes. "I always have, and there is no way I'm letting you go. Not again."

His words struck a cord deep in your chest. You had forgotten about the wetness welling in your eyes until something warm dripped down your cheek. A lump was formulating in your throat, making speech difficult. Somehow you managed, however, and four soft, trembling words tumbled from your lips: "I love you, too."

You held his palm against your cheek, relishing the feel of his icy skin on your own. You had no need to look up to know the spirit was leaning - you could already feel his chilly breath sliding onto your features. A moment later, a cool pair of lips were pressing against your own, and it was with a soft tongue that he requested access. Once granted, you immediately sucked his tongue into your mouth.

You were immediately overcome by a sudden feel of captivation towards the spirit, drawing his tongue into your mouth as far as it would go and clinging tightly to his hair strewn by sex. You pulled him flat against your arching body, and the two of you fell - a tangle of flushed skin - onto your bedsheets. You moaned long and loud into those soft lips and felt his dick twitch against your thigh in response.

"Spread your legs some more," he breathed.

Your cheeks burned vigorously as you complied, leaving your folds splayed open against his smooth abdomen.

Jack pulled away, gasping for breath, and slid a hand between your flushed bodies to grasp himself.

"N-No," you said, slapping his hand away. "Let me..."

Jack shuddered as you gave his length a few rough strokes before guiding his weeping tip to your entrance.

Before the spirit could protest, he felt the head of his cock slide into your cavern and he shuddered violently. "Tight," he panted, clinging to our shoulders as he groaned. "So tight."

You wriggled your hips beneath him, wincing slightly at the foreign sensation of feeling so, well, full. "J-Jack," you protested, searching for him in his glazed over, blue eyes as he moaned again. "Jack, I-!" The remainder of your sentence ended in a strangled sob as he gradually continued his progression inside of you; You were impaled beneath him. "Nngh!"

The spirit's dazed eyes refocused on your trembling form. Pants left his lips in short bursts. "Yeah?" he breathed, resting his sweaty forehead against your own.

"It hurts," you choked out, wriggling your hips beneath him. The spirit moaned at the motion. "We need to-" pant. "-lube you up with...something. H-Here.."

Jack quirked a brow as you turned them over, leaving him flat on his back and you straddling his hips. "Wh-" he started, only to break off into a shudder as you slid down his torso and leveled yourself with his waist.

Mimicking his previous administrations, you ran your palms up and down between his thighs, coming close enough to his crotch to feel the blood coursing from his thighs to his privates, but never fully touching the blushing flesh.

"(F/N), what are you doing?" Jack's voice had attained a raspy quality. "You don't have to do that, we can just..."

You weren't listening. You needed him now. Blushing furiously and giving yourself no time for self doubt, you took the dribbling head into your mouth and gave it one, long, agonizing suck that left Jack writhing on the sheets, before swallowing him whole.

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