When Jack emerged from the staircase Atlas was already chucking off his clothes. It was different from last time though, it wasn't as sloppy or quick. His suspenders were already lying on the floor as he worked on his shirt buttons, slender fingers working gracefully. Jack simply stood and admired as Atlas's arm muscles came into his view. The shirt was rolled off of his shoulders, and then he looked up at and saw Jack.
"You didn't even hesitate Jack." Atlas smirked "That shows quite a lot."
"Well I-I just..." Jack struggled for words, awkwardly making his way over to the bed.
Atlas put a finger to Jack's lips, shushing him gently "As cute as your stuttering is, you'll be wanting to save your breath."
Jack didn't know if he had any to save, this whole thing had already overwhelmed him. The vest came off next, showing off his defined stomach that Jack loved so much. He wanted to reach out, to run his hands across his stomach and the bumps that lay there. His feet worked faster than his thoughts, as he moved closer to the undressing man. Atlas was only slightly taller than Jack, by about an inch or two, and he still managed to look down at him in such a way. The stench of whiskey came back when Atlas leaned in, Jack mentally preparing as much as he could, but Atlas's lips fell to Jack's neck instead. He didn't understand why at first, it was such a plain place, but after a few kisses and a light bite he was feeling a little weak in the knees. With one hand on Jack's neck and the other seeping under his jumper, Jack was certain this still was a dream. He felt Atlas's fingers ghost over his stomach and chest, until lips had broken away from his neck to push Jack's jumper over his head. Atlas's eyes scanned over his bare chest, his thumb rubbing over the faint lines of muscle.
"You're beautiful." Atlas was almost unheard, as Jack wasn't sure he even meant to say it out loud.
"You can talk." Jack responded automatically, using all his will not to kiss every inch of Atlas's stomach.
A smile crept on the side of Atlas's mouth, as he pulled on the belt loops of Jack's trousers to decrease the distance between them. Every so often Jack thought Atlas was leaning in to kiss him, but in the last second he'd duck down to kiss his neck or his chest. After Atlas had kissed and sucked every sensitive part of Jack's neck, he was shoved onto the bed and straddled. It was an awful slap in the face every time Jack smelt the whiskey on his breath, a horrible reminder that this wasn't the real Atlas. This was the Atlas that got drunk because he dreamt about his dead wife, and the only comfort he could find after drinking was to play with Jack. Atlas seemed far too good at removing Jack's trousers, as if he had done it so many times before. Did Atlas even like men? Did Atlas even like Jack? He tried not to think about it, because it took his mind away from focusing on the pleasure.
"How long Jack?" Atlas asked between kisses on Jack's inner thigh.
"What?" Jack panted, his hands lying in Atlas's hair.
Jack had no idea how his hair still felt so soft, he didn't know how long it must have been since he had washed it. It just felt like Jack's hands belonged in Atlas's hair, running up and down his back. Then he felt Atlas tugging at his underwear, and it dragged out a soft moan from Jack. Atlas licked the underside of Jack's cock once before looking up at him again.
"You never answered me." Atlas's voice had grown dark and husky "How long have you wanted to fuck me?"
He punctuated that beautiful word with another lick, and Jack gripped to the bed sheets. He tried to think about how long it had been, but it was so hard to think with a man as beautiful as Atlas licking him teasingly to drag an answer out of him.
"The first time I heard your voice." Jack managed to breath out.
"So soon huh?" Atlas asked, taking Jack's head into his mouth for a few seconds "I bet you would've bent over for whoever spoke to you on that radio, huh?"
"N-No." Jack tried to look Atlas in the eye without moaning "It was your voice, your accent."
"Oh." Atlas chirped sounding very satisfied "So every time you heard my voice on that radio, you felt it down in your cock?"
Jack thought Atlas's voice was made for these words, rolling off of this tongue and satisfying the bubbling in his stomach. He knew this was just what Atlas wanted, to reduce him to a squirming, panting mess. It was lucky that Jack wanted the exact same thing, he just hoped Atlas wouldn't remember the next day.
"I guess so?" Jack's throat was growing sore, he didn't want to speak any more but he knew that wouldn't be an option.
Atlas turned his attention back to Jack's cock, taking more in his mouth each time. He began to hollow his cheeks as Jack had almost disappeared into Atlas's warm mouth, gaining a long moan from the younger man. How was Atlas so good at this? He must have been with another man, or even several men. Then Jack pictured it, a man twice Atlas's strength overpowering him and bending him over a work bench. He imagined the look on Atlas's face as he came, and Jack couldn't help but moan. Soon enough he was sucking Jack dry as if he loved the taste, lightly dragging his teeth every so often. Already Jack couldn't stay still, moaning every time he felt the heat that was Atlas's mouth surrounding his aching erection. Atlas kissed along the head and up the shaft a couple of times before going up to kiss Jack's neck again. He could already see where bruises were forming, but they were only light.
"Did you ever do it Jack?" Atlas asked as he kissed the skin where shoulder met neck "Did you ever get yourself off to my voice?"
Jack didn't want to answer, but he wanted to see what Atlas would do if he didn't. He opened his mouth to make up a reason why he couldn't remember, but his speech turned to a screaming moan as teeth bit down on that sensitive bit of skin. It wasn't just one quick bite, Atlas clinging on to that spot for as long he could until the bruise was turning dark enough to be worrying. He licked around the edge of the bruise, planting kisses along Jack's collarbone as he made his way to the sensitive spot between Jack's other shoulder.
"Did you?" Atlas asked again, kissing that spot as some sort of warning.
"Yes." Jack burst out "Yes I did."
"Tell me about it." Atlas roamed the rest of Jack's chest, nibbling on a few spaces of skin.
Jack racked his mind for the details "It was just before Fort Frolic, I-I shut myself in an office and put the radio on the floor. You were warning me about Cohen or something, I wanted to get it over with before you came out to find me or something." Jack rambled, losing the last bit of breath that he had.
"You see Jack." Atlas started "I always knew you were a virgin, but I never knew you were so desperate."
The word rang in his ear, as Atlas pulled down Jack's ear lobe with his teeth. He didn't know how much of this he could handle, simply thinking about that story was making him itch for another.
"I bet you were dying for this, to feel my lips on your skin." Atlas moved his hands down to Jack's nipples so smoothly he didn't notice. "You wanted me to bury my cock in your pretty little arse, didn't you?"
Jack tried to answer, but his throat was so dry all he could was let another pathetic moan. Even showing how much he loved all of this hurt, and he knew it would hurt more if he didn't do as Atlas wanted. He swallowed, trying to gain moisture in his mouth to at least say something. He opened his mouth again, and it remained open throwing out moans and groans as Atlas's fingers rubbed and fiddled. Then his back arched, Atlas pulling hard and pulling a scream out of Jack. His throat burned, he had no idea how he'd survive the rest of it.
"I did." Jack's voice was broken "It was all I wanted, all I pictured as I came."
"That's what I like to hear Jack." Atlas grinned, taking one of Jack's nipples into his mouth.
After this, Jack didn't know how he'd cope without that mouth. The plump lips and the wet heat. He felt like he would be falling apart at the seams soon if he didn't do something about it, and just as he was about to warn Atlas everything stopped. Atlas sat up, masterfully taking off his own trousers. Then he got up on his knees, his crotch right in front of Jack's face.
"Would you kindly do the honours?" Atlas requested, his voice like honey.
Jack took in a deep breath, trying to keep his breathing steady. For good measure he pressed a kiss onto Atlas's boxers before taking them off in a swift motion. He could see what he had marvelled at the night before, the dimples in his hips pointing down to his beautiful erection. Jack didn't even hesitate, taking it in his hand and placing kisses all over. Atlas's eyes closed in bliss, his fingers making curls with Jack's light hair. Jack wasn't really aware of what he was doing any more, pushing Atlas back down onto the bed and taking his length within a matter of seconds. Atlas let out a surprised gasp and then the most beautiful moan Jack had ever heard. Somehow his accent came through with it, and the only way he could be happy would be to tear more of those moans out. Jack then copied Atlas's earlier movement, hollowing his cheeks.
"You're a fast leaner." Atlas muttered in between moans.
When Jack took Atlas's throbbing cock out his mouth for just a second, Atlas was already pinning him down down. He kissed along Jack's jawline before switching their position again. Jack wasn't sure how he even did it, he didn't remember being that light. Atlas was lying flat on the bed, Jack straddling across his chest. The two were already panting, sweat pouring down Jack and somehow glistening on Atlas. Atlas wiped his hair away from his forehead to stop it from sticking, which he still somehow managed to make look sexy. Jack probably looked like a pig, his mousy hair sticking to his forehead and refusing to move. Jack bent forward, his thoughts taking control of his reason, kissing across the muscles on Atlas's chest. Then he felt a hand on his back, and Jack was being pushed back up.
"It was never meant to go this far Jackie, but now you've gotten me all hot and bothered." Atlas panted, the lust heavy on his words "I'm gonna need you to come for me now, so you're gonna have to sit on my face."
It was a strange request, Jack thought, but how was he supposed to be right about any of these things? He'd lost any memories that could've been helpful, he had to just go with his instinct and learn as he went along. He moved his hips backwards, seating himself on Atlas's mouth but still allowing him to breath through this nose. It was only a few seconds of nothing where Jack questioned what was going to happen before something did. He felt Atlas's tongue circle around his entrance. His back straightened, then turned back into fluid as another moan cleared into the room. He was given no warning, which was becoming a trend with Atlas, as he felt Atlas's tongue entering him. His hips began to react, as if they had a mind of their own, moving at the same rhythm as his tongue. Just when he thought he would never feel better he felt Atlas's hand gripping onto his leaking cock.
"Atlas, fucking hell." Jack proclaimed, his eyes fluttering.
He heard a moan from Atlas, so muffled but he somehow felt it. He had no idea what he was missing out on, he only knew the bare minimum of what sex could be like. He pictured himself doing this to Atlas, the Irishman moaning and riding his face with his slim hips. Another stroke from those fingers and the bubbling in his stomach was growing more and more explosive.
"At-Atlas." Jack stuttered "I'm..."
He tried to warn, but he heard Atlas grunt and then his tongue moved faster and rougher along with his fingers. Three high pitched breaths and Jack exploded, his hips bucking so hard he was afraid he would hurt Atlas some how. It felt so much better than it had on his own, lasting only a few minutes and resulting in a few pathetic gasps and then nothing. This right here was heaven. He felt Atlas's fingers stroke his limp cock a few more times before giving up completely. Again, Jack didn't know how he changed their position so swiftly. When Jack's vision came back he saw Atlas with plump lips and a hand stained with white, but no he didn't just wipe it off on the sheets. He took the fingers into his mouth, licking and sucking every last drop of the white liquid without breaking eye contact. Jack let out the last moan he felt he had left in him.
"Jack." Atlas panted desperately, drenched in sweat "You are fucking spectacular, do you know that?"
He thought he had caught on, when Atlas drew in to him he only guessed where he would move away to. But no, their lips brushed together so gently before Atlas's lust took over. Atlas took ownership of Jack's mouth, and Jack could taste his own cum from Atlas's tongue. The kiss seemed to last longer than it did, Jack's hands roaming down Atlas's back to massage his arse cheeks. Atlas let out a pleased noise, twirling his tongue around Jack's once more before pulling away.
"Not today boyo." Atlas purred, the nickname sending a shiver to Jack "I'm fucking you tonight, not the other way around."
"Well are you just going to talk about fucking me, or are you going to do it?" Jack asked proudly, running his finger over Atlas's entrance quickly.
Atlas gave Jack another quick, tender kiss and bit Jack's lip when pulling away "Don't want to tear your pretty, little arse in two on the first try. You're lucky I searched this house when you were dreaming about this."
Jack thought back to his dream, and it was nothing like this. Atlas had simply pounded into him until he came, whispering dreadful things in his ear that made Jack want to scrub himself clean. Atlas reached across the dresser, picking up a jar filled with clear liquid. He unscrewed the top and smeared three of his fingers in it. Jack lay propped up on his elbows watching Atlas work, he gripped the sheets when he saw the liquid dripping down onto Atlas's cock. It wasn't as swift as the rest of the night had been, Atlas slowly pushing a finger into Jack. When Jack didn't give the pained noise Atlas had expected, he bit down on the already purple bruise. Jack's back arched again, only pushing Atlas's finger deeper into him. Once it was all the way in, he developed a steady rhythm that grew faster and faster until a second finger was added.
"I've never been with a lad with such a tight arse. I'm a lucky man to be the one to fuck you first." Atlas didn't speak in the sultry tone he usually did, but it still had the same effect.
Three fingers in, Jack was begging Atlas for more in small pleas and loud moans. Why he never though of doing this himself he didn't know, but screaming this loud and being surrounded by splicers didn't sound very appealing. Atlas had thrown caution to the wind, fucking Jack hard and as fast as he could to draw out those high pitched moans that went straight to his cock. Atlas continued to bite down on Jack's skin, most of his skin now purple with bruises instead of its normal pale colour.
"Are ya ready for me now Jack?" Atlas asked, contemplating adding in a fourth finger just to punish him more "Want me to fuck you till you're sore in the morning?"
"Yes!" Jack screamed, his voice not strong enough for anything else "Please, Atlas fuck me!"
"Since you asked so nicely." Atlas chuckled, pulling out his fingers quickly and kissing Jack again.
After the short but sweet kiss, Atlas moved Jack to the edge of the bed and got him up on his hands on knees. The Irishman got up off of the bed, circling around until he was behind Jack, and planting kisses over Jack's arse. Jack grabbed the bedsheets in his fists, preparing for the pain to come. It was there, prickling at the start when Atlas slowly thrust himself into Jack, but it was gone as quickly as it had come. Atlas slapped Jack's arse lightly, kissing his back as he thrusted his length into Jack. The younger man had no idea when it would end, Atlas never felt this big when he had him in his mouth but now it felt twice as long and thick. Now Atlas could pull out, and thrust back into Jack as roughly as he pleased. He didn't want the boy to cry though, he would never get over that, so he tried to be rough but slow.
"Holy shit Atlas." Jack moaned, ripping at the sheets.
Atlas continued to plant kisses along Jack's spine, picking up his speed and feeling comfortable with where this was going. The familiar sound of skin slapping on skin, the soft skin beneath his fingers. He knew he was being rougher than he should've been, but that was just how he did it. This boy wasn't getting the easy treatment, just an easy start as to not break him before anything actually happened. Atlas pounded into him, hearing the broken moans from Jack only motivating him to move faster and harder. He lowered himself down as much as he could to speak to Jack.
"Tell me how much you love it Jack." Atlas cooed "Tell me what you need me to do."
Jack pulled up all the strength he had left for his voice "I love your fat cock in my arse Atlas. Fuck me as hard you want, and then come inside me." Jack panted out.
A few more thrusts and that same idea came to Atlas's head "Is that what you want your daddy to do?"
Jack shuddered, but it wasn't the same uncomfortable shudder he had pulled out of him before. It was exactly where his dream was going, and he hated himself for loving every bit of it. He still had to force himself to say it, he just felt so wrong doing it himself.
"Yes, daddy, please." Jack begged, scrunching his eyes shut.
Atlas spanked Jack one more time, so much more brutal this time. He gripped his hips roughly, and moved nothing but his hips in sharp movements. Jack's moans were vibrating with the speed Atlas was going, he was losing himself in the pleasure and just wanting to spill himself inside of Jack and to hear his name on Jack's young lips. He felt the bubbling brewing as he heard the skin slap on skin, as Jack's moans grew louder and more desperate. So sloppy and impolite, he had changed this boy completely from what he had been this morning.
"Atlas. Fuck! I'm going to come." Jack screeched, moving his hips backwards to meet with Atlas.
"I'll fill you up boy, it'll leak down your thighs." Atlas grunted, putting more and more strength into each thrust.
"Oh my god." Jack panted, feeling his stomach ready to explode "Atlas! Atlas! Daddy!" He cried at the top of his lungs.
It was more than enough to finish Atlas, his fingers gripping tight enough to feel Jack's hipbone beneath his skin as he emptied and filled into Jack. He almost didn't want to pull out, he didn't want this to be over. Soon enough Atlas pulled out, licking the cum dripping down onto his thighs and the cum that stood its ground. Jack's moans were beyond broken, they were stretched out and not even high pitched any more. Atlas let out the most content sigh he had ever heard leave his mouth, which shocked him and disgusted him a little. Jack flopped down onto the bed, his mouth hanging open and his breaths slowing down at last. Atlas just pulled Jack in close to him, resting his chin on Jack's head and hearing his pants.
"If I knew leaving Rapture meant getting that, I would've made sure to get out sooner." Jack's throat still burned, but he could speak properly.
"Guess you won't be needing your hand to please you any more." Atlas murmured, planting a quick kiss on the top of Jack's head.