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I added Jack's shirt to mine, in a heap on the floor. After pulling off Jack's shirt, my mouth found its way back to his neck, nibbling and sucking. Jack tasted so sweet, his skin was so soft... but I also felt the stubble on his jaw, which turned me on exponentially. I trailed tiny kisses down his neck to his collar bone. My hands were in his hair, careful not to touch his stitches, and I traced my fingers down the back of his neck, across his shoulders and down his back to feel his warm skin. I pressed my mouth to his again and parted my lips, and he kissed me back, slowly teasing his tongue against mine, and nibbling at my bottom lip.

I touched him in a slow and deliberate manner, listening to the sounds of his breathing, feeling the heat radiating off of his skin, allowing my hands to explore him. I could feel him tremble slightly under my gentle touch. I could feel his heartbeat against my chest, and I could feel when it started beating faster, along with my own, when my hands slid down his back and gripped him around his hips.

I took a step back and just looked at him, taking all of him in. His eyes were half closed but shining with desire, his lips partially open and full of color from kissing me, his cheeks flushed.

Jack took my hands and led me out of the kitchen and into the living room and stopped at the sofa. Then, standing in front of me, placed his hands on the waistband of my sweatpants and gently slid them down my thighs, along with my boxers. His hands lingered on my thighs, slowly working their way up. Jack's fingers teased and caressed their way upward, and the feeling sent shivers down my spine. I could feel my breath start to quicken, and I heard a small noise escape my throat. Jack's eyes never left mine.

He stepped closer to me and placed a hand on my jaw, then leaned in with parted lips to kiss me again. He kissed me with great confidence and deliberate intensity, remaining slow but never shy. Jack knew exactly which buttons to push to drive me to the edge quickly.

He placed his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me back until I all but fell onto the couch. He climbed into my lap, wrapped his arms around my neck, tangled his fingers in my hair, and went for that sweet spot at the base of my neck, making me growl out a long, low moan.

My hands found his hips, and I held him there, rocking him against my naked body. I could feel how hard he was through the shorts he had on. Something must be done about those shorts, I thought to myself, so I inched my fingers under the waistband and tugged at them until he lifted his ass from my thighs and I was able to pull them off.

I pressed my mouth to his neck, sucking and biting lightly, and my hands found his hips again. I dug my fingers in, gripping his hips as if my life depended on it, and I heard him suck in a breath between his teeth. "Fuck, Mark..." he whispered, his eyes half closed and his head tilted to one side.

I could feel him start to re-position himself, and I moved my head back, leaning it on the back of the sofa. Jack began kissing my neck again, moving to my collar bone, then down my chest and belly. I closed my eyes, reveling in the exquisite feeling of Jack's touch. His hands gently moved down my body, his fingertips leaving trails of heat behind every inch of skin they traced.

Jack slid his body down until he was on his knees. He pushed against my inner thigh, signaling me to part my knees, and he adjusted his body to fit within the open space. His fingers traced along my hips and down my thighs, teasing me.

"Jack... oh god, you're killing me..." I whispered. "Why are you teasing m... AHHHH FUCK!"

I didn't even finish my sentence when I felt the warm, wet sensation of his mouth, lightly at first, his tongue softly exploring and tasting. I felt his warm lips wrap around me, I felt him take me deeper, and my body shivered. "Ahh... Don't stop, Jack. It feels so good..." I whispered and ran my fingers through his soft, bright green hair.

I felt like I was floating, I felt weightless. Then I felt that all too familiar sensation starting to surge low in my groin. "Jack... you should stop if you want this to last any amount of time..." I whispered breathlessly. He looked up at me, and I could see slight disappointment in his eyes. He pulled back slightly, leaving me wet and throbbing. The disappointed look turned into lust, and for a second Jack looked like he wanted to devour me.

Jack came back up to me, and I attacked his soft neck with my teeth and tongue, making him let out a small moan. He was in my lap again, and just like earlier, my hands found his hips and I was rocking his body against mine, pulling his hips down for more friction and pressure. I could feel his hard warmth, and my hand slid from one hip across his belly, tracing over his scar.

Jack took my hand and guided it to his mouth, where he began sucking on my finger, first one, then two. I knew exactly where this leads... but even the sensation of him sucking on my fingers was enough to make a slight moan escape my throat. Once my fingers were soaked and dripping, I slipped my hand downward, knowing right where to go.

I teased and stroked at Jack, and I heard his breath hitch. His face was flushed, his eyes closed and his head was tilted back. I wrapped my left arm around him and pulled him close to me, pressing my forehead against his. He was staring into my eyes as I teased and toyed with his opening, my hand still on his back, pressing his body into mine.

His eyes closed, and he spoke my name in a deep, growling moan... "Mark... Ahhh shit..." and I heard him suck in his breath. I kissed him, and I felt his mouth part for me. Jack's tongue danced with mine gently and delicately, but his movements stopped for just a moment when he felt the pressure of my fingers asking to gain entry. He exhaled a breath, mixed with another little pleasure-filled sound, and as I finally got knuckle deep within him, he continued our extended kiss.

I moved with him, my fingers matching the steady rhythm of his movements, my mouth savoring the taste of him. I loved kissing him, I loved feeling him move with me, I loved everything about this. Every moan, every movement, every sigh... I wanted to capture this moment and save it forever. This was perfection, he was perfection. I broke our kiss and whispered, "I love you, Jack. So much..."

Eyes half closed, Jack looked at me through his long eyelashes and whispered back, "Mark... oh, I love you... for always..." and he pressed his forehead against mine once again.

Jack's breath was getting heavier now, a good sign to me that he is ready for what comes next. I withdrew my fingers, and lined myself up with him. We had this down to a fine art by now, and he readily lowered himself onto me until I was buried within him. We both let out a heavy breath, and both of those breaths had a moan at the end of it that drifted together and filled the room.

My hands found his hips, and I gripped my hands on them. At this point, Jack was in control. He knew the perfect rhythm. He knew exactly what both of us wanted... what both of us needed at that moment. He knew the right intensity of each thrust, he knew just how fast to go, he understood each movement and he was able to bring us both unimaginable pleasure.

I took him in my hand and deliberately stroked him in rhythm with his thrusts. Fuck... this is goddamn perfect. He is perfect.

"Jack... I'm... I can't hold back..." I whispered, looking at him. He put his hand on my face and kissed me deeply, and I exploded in him, letting out a little whimper. Immediately, I felt his release, and his warm, wetness on my hand and belly, and I heard a tiny noise escape Jack's throat.

We were both breathing heavily and covered in sweat. Jack rested his forehead on my shoulder and sighed. We sat there together, unmoving, for what seemed like an eternity.

Jack lifted his head and looked at me through half-closed eyelids. "Shower?"

"Oh yeah," I smiled, "Then onto round two..."