Pitch's smirk might be infuriating if Jack wasn't so turned on. His fingers linger on Jack's cock for another moment before they pull away. Jack's tempted to grab his hand and put it back where it belongs, but then Pitch slides to the floor, pushing Jack's thighs apart and nestling between them. Jack's thoughts become one long eeeeeeeee of white noise.
"Now then," Pitch purrs, looking up at Jack. "I'm sure you're going to be just delicious."
"Uh huh."
Another smirk. "Oh, do you speak from experience? Have you tasted yourself, Jack?"
"Uh huh-" he licks his lips. "Y-yeah. Once or twice."
"I might make you taste yourself now," Pitch muses. "Would you like that?"
"I'd like anything. But please, c'mon. I- I'm so hard."
"I can tell." Pitch runs a hand over Jack's cock. The touch sends urgent spikes of pleasure hurtling through Jack and he clenches his jaw.
Oh god, he doesn't want to come as quickly as last night. What will Pitch think of him? Then again, if Pitch is going to be the one in top - and Jack's almost certain that he is -then it doesn't really matter if Jack comes early or not. Pitch can still fuck him, use him even he's already come. Jesus but that's hot - the thought of Pitch fucking him while he's soft, having already come – making him hard again, making him come again.
"Oh god," Jack whispers, and then claps a hand over his mouth when he realises he said that out loud.
Reaching up, Pitch pulls the hand away. "Now, Jack. I want to hear you. Even if I don't understand quite why you made such a lovely sound. Tell me."
Jack pauses a moment too long, and Pitch squeezes his cock again.
"Tell me."
The pressure on his cock and that demanding tone in Pitch's voice make Jack dizzy - when the hell did being bossed about become a turn on?
"I was thinking how I want you to make me come - with your hand or your mouth or whatever. And then I want you to fuck me while I'm still soft. So - like, it's all about you. I'm only here for your pleasure. Um. And then I want to come again just from having you inside me."
The look Pitch gives him then could melt rocks, it's so hot.
"Well, gentleman that I am, I'm going to give you what you want."
Jack lets out a slow, shaky breath as Pitch undresses him: Chucks and socks first, then he unzips his jeans. Always obliging, Jack lifts his hips up off the couch so Pitch can slide the jeans off along with his boxers. Jack whips his own t-shirt off and then Pitch gazes at him, fully naked, for a long time. Such scrutiny might make Jack feel nervous if it wasn't for the almost worshipful look in Pitch's eyes.
Finally he decides to do more than just look.
Pitch curls his hand around Jack's cock, and Jack looks down to see those long, tan fingers around him. His hand's big enough that only the head of Jack's cock is visible above his fingers and damn it looks good.
It looks even better when they move with firm, even strokes. Apparently Pitch is a hand-job master, and Jack's hands curl into fists, nails digging into his palms, hoping the pain will distract him from how fucking good it feels.
"That's right, Jack," Pitch purrs. "You keep your hands right there on the cushions. I'm going to suck you now and you are not to move your hands. Got that?"
"Yessir," Jack gasps, and Pitch's eyes widen slightly. He gives a crooked grin that's almost creepy but it isn't, it's hot, so damn hot, and Jack doesn't even know what his thoughts are doing anymore.
Pitch leans in and laps at the head of Jack's cock, holding eye contact as he slides his tongue across Jack's slit.
"Shit, fuck," Jack gasps, and Pitch continues just as slowly, licking a stripe up the underside, leaving a trail of wet kisses up the length and basically doing everything possible to drive Jack crazy. At one point he closes his eyes, thinking it might be a little easier if he can't see it happening - block out at least one source of ridiculous hotness - but Pitch orders him to open them again.
He does it immediately.
Pitch rewards his obedience by wrapping his lips around the head of Jack's cock, sliding them lower, bobbing his head and taking an inch deeper at a time. Jack begins to curse as the pleasure builds inside him like a knot being pulled tighter and tighter. The slick sounds of Pitch's mouth on him make him whimper, the heat of him, oh god, oh god please-
He's trying to hold on, he's trying so hard. He bites down on his bottom lip until he tastes copper, feels a tear track down his cheek.
"Oh god I'm gonna come, please-"
Pitch has Jack's whole length in his mouth and then squeezes his balls and oh fuck-
Jack yells out as he comes, Pitch getting the first bit in his mouth and them stroking Jack through it.
Jack shakes as the orgasm washes over him, is ripped from him and then keeps going, until he's shaking and spent and empty.
"Oh god oh god," Jack whispers and he's sobbing a little too, Jesus fuck what was that, what is this? He can't seem to slow his breathing, or stop shaking.
"That was good, Jack, you were good," Pitch murmurs, sliding onto the couch beside him, kissing his forehead and pulling him close.
"Oh fuck," Jack says, his voice shaking as badly as he is. He's panicking a little – he's never reacted like this before, never, and tears are still streaming down his cheeks and he can't stop them. "Fuck, I'm sorry, I- I don't know what's wrong with me-"
"It's alright, Jack," Pitch says, wiping his hands on his jeans and pulling Jack into a hug. "It's alright; you're just feeling sensitive, that's all. But you were good, very good indeed."
He continues to hold Jack until he stops shaking, until whatever the hell that was eases off, leaving him feeling both exhausted and incredibly embarrassed.
He pulls away and wipes at his eyes. He daren't look at pitch, he doesn't want to know what he thinks of him.
"Do you want some water?" Pitch asks. "A blanket?"
"A- a blanket. Yeah. Please."
It's not that Jack's cold, it's the comfort of it, and maybe being covered up will make him feel a little less vulnerable. When Pitch stands Jack kind of wants to pull him back, not wanting to be left alone. But he stays his hand, watching intently as Pitch goes to the closet, comes back with a blanket and a towel. Wrapping the blanket over Jack's shoulders, Pitch carefully cleans him up, pressing kisses to his temple and cheek.
"There we are. How are you feeling?"
"I- I don't know." Jack wipes the last of the tears from his cheeks. "Kind of- exhausted, actually. I don't really- Fuck, what was that?"
"A little bit of subdrop, I think."
"What drop?"
"Subdrop. It can be an emotional response after a kink session. When you're feeling so good and then it stops, sometimes you just - crash. Crying, shaking. It's all completely normal."
Jack licks his lips. If he's going to feel like this after every single time then he's not sure he can keep doing this, no matter how good it felt. But then, he's done kinky stuff before and never had that reaction. And besides- "We weren't even doing anything weird."
"True. Sometimes it just happens and you don't know why. You don't even have to be doing anything kinky, anything submissive. Honestly, Jack, it's completely normal."
"But- if I can't handle even a fucking blowjob without feeling like that- I don't know. I've explored a bit of stuff before and I- I want to do other stuff with you. But shit, I don't want to feel like that again."
"We'll talk. Take it slow. Only do what you want. Stop the instant you say so." Pitch pauses. Jack can see how tight his jaw is, as though he really doesn't want to let these next words escape through his teeth. "If you want to stop right here - you can go and we never have to see each other again."
"No!" Jack reaches out to grab Pitch's hand. "No, I don't want that. Not at all. I just - I… I'm a bit scared. It was intense, you know? And I didn't want to disappoint you."
"Oh Jack," Pitch says, and shakes his head. "Let me assure you, you don't need to worry about that. Instead of worrying about whether you're doing things right, or whether I like it – let me be in control. All you have to do is relax and let me take care of you."
Jack looks at him for a long moment, and then leans against him, throwing the blanket over both of them so that they can cuddle properly.
"You - you're really okay with me freaking out? What if I freak out again?"
"Then we'll do this again, until you feel safe, until you feel comfortable."
They sit there on the sofa for a while, and Jack finds that he feels safe in Pitch's arms. Maybe he shouldn't – he barely knows the man – but he makes Jack feel wanted, and that means a hell of a lot.
He's comfortable, maybe a little too comfortable, because the next thing he knows he's waking up.
He's lying down on the couch, his head in Pitch's lap, and when he shifts, Pitch moves his book aside so that he can smile down at Jack.
"Feeling better?"
"Uh – yeah." Jack's cheeks burn as he sits up, pulling the blanket around him to keep himself covered up and trying not to think of all the ways he's managed to make a fool of himself today. "I'm sorry about earlier-"
"I told you – there's no need to apologise," Pitch says, smiling at him fondly and running his fingers through Jack's hair. "Everything's fine."
"What time is it?"
"7pm. I was considering ordering Chinese if you'd like to join me?"
Jack looks at him. After all the drama he's managed to stir up, Pitch not only isn't kicking him out, he's asking him to stay for dinner. He allows a small, wary smile.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that."
A/N: Thank you so much for your comments, favs and follows! It makes me so happy :3 Just to address a few comments that people have made: all of the chapters are going to be short - around 1000 words. I'm writing this like a comment fic - it's the only way that I can keep to a weekly schedule with all of my other commitments both in writing and in irl. So the chapters are going to stay short - but they're going to be frequent, too!