"So," Pitch says, cocking his head as he regards Jack. "Do you want to stay clothed or get naked?"
Jack blinks at him. "Is that a joke?"
"Not at all. This doesn't have to be sexual."
"I'm pretty sure it does," Jack says, and is rewarded with a smirk. There's no way that he's letting Pitch back out of this. Last night was good, sure, but nowhere near enough. "Maybe some other time we can just do the rope thing for its own sake. But right now I want - more." He moves to pull off his shirt but Pitch touches his arm, staying him. Jack feels something very like a static shock where Pitch touches him and sucks in a breath.
"What do you want, exactly?"
Jack frowns at him. Why does Pitch always insist on asking these kinds of questions? Either he's just being a jerk by forcing Jack to say this stuff, or he wants to be sure of what Jack wants. While Jack's not sure he'll ever know for sure how Pitch's mind works, it's probably a safe bet to say that it's probably both.
"I want - a blow job."
"You want me to give you a blow job?" Pitch says it seriously, like there's any possibility Jack wouldn't want that-
Oh.
Pitch is thinking about that first time, when Jack freaked out. Like maybe it was something to do with the blow job rather than everything to do with Jack being messed up.
"Yeah. I want it."
"While you're tied up? Or do you want me to untie you?"
More questions. Biting down on an impatient response, Jack reminds himself that Pitch is being considerate, probably, and considers it. "While I'm tied up. If I change my mind I'll let you know."
"Alright." Pitch nods and points at the rope, reaching out a hand. "May I?"
Without hesitation Jack hands it over, his breath hitching as he does and his heart starting to race.
"So. Safe words, Jack," Pitch says, tearing off the cardboard wrapper and tossing it onto the bedside table. He uncoils the rope, letting the ends drop to the floor. Jack stares at it- he can't look away. "Do you want to use the colours again?"
"Yes. And right now it's absolutely green," Jack says, too quickly. "So - naked?"
"Naked," Pitch agrees. "But let me."
Laying the rope on the bed, Pitch turns his attention to Jack, gazing at him for a long hungry moment before putting his hands to Jack's hips. His thumbs duck beneath the hem of Jack's t-shirt, gently stroking his skin. Teasing. Just before Jack reaches the ends of his admittedly limited patience, Pitch pulls the t-shirt up and off, dropping it to the floor. He spends a moment roving Jack's body hungrily with his eyes before leaning in and kissing Jack's collarbone, left to right, pausing at his neck to bite, very gently, grazing the skin with his teeth. Then he moves lower, licking at Jack's nipples, and Jack moans, hands moving to grab Pitch's shoulders.
"Don't stop! Green, green," Jack says when Pitch starts to move away, holding tighter to his shoulders and holding him in place. Pitch glances up and when he sees Jack's open-mouthed desperation he returns to his task, continuing to kiss and bite as he unbuttons Jack's jeans, unzips, starts to tug them down over his hips.
He pulls back, looking down at where his hands rest on Jack's fly, and then up to meet his eyes with a smirk and a quirked eyebrow.
"Don't look at me like that," Jack says, responding with a raised eyebrow of his own. "I don't carry clean underwear around with me and it would be weird to borrow some of yours. So I figured I'd go commando for a day. Makes for easy access if nothing else, right?"
With a velvet chuckle Pitch nods. "You have the most wonderful thoughts, Jack," he says, and he kisses Jack before sliding the jeans all the way down. He kneels to do it and while he's down there, he strokes Jack's cock a few times, kisses the tip of it, a promise of things to come that fires a shock of pleasure though Jack.
"Tease," Jack mutters under his breath.
"Now, Jack, you said you wanted me to blow you while you were tied up. You'll have to be patient. Can you do that, Jack? Be patient?"
"Sure. So you're going to tie me up now?"
"So much for being patient," Pitch says, but picks up the rope. He gazes at Jack for a long moment, thoughtful, and then says, "Hands behind your back. "
When Jack does as he's told, Pitch moves behind him and pulls his wrists together. The first touch of the rope to his wrists makes Jack bite his lip, part anticipation and part excitement dancing through him.
Finally. This is really happening. As Pitch works it quickly becomes apparent that he's way better at this than anything in Jack's experience. He works with ease, getting each knot right the first time, moving in a planned way, cool and collected and utterly confident - Pitch in a nutshell, really. Jack lets out a long, slow breath that shakes on the way out. He feels the tension in his shoulders and back melt away and he hums as Pitch works.
Even without looking over his shoulder, Jack knows he has Pitch's full attention. He can feel it, almost like heat in his spine. Pitch's focus is on him and him alone. Like he matters. Like he's important.
Jack's whirring thoughts slow and then quiet as Pitch works, dissolving in the well of stillness that burbles up as Pitch ties the knots. His breathing slows and by the time Pitch moves around to face Jack, Jack can feel a small smile curving his lips.
"Everything alright?" Pitch asks softly.
"Great."
Another pause and Pitch grabs the end of the rope, tying it around his chest twice before securing it.
"There. How does that feel?"
Secure. Safe. Wanted. Lots of things, all of them good.
"Great. Green," Jack adds again before Pitch can ask. "Really, really green."
"Excellent," Pitch says, and drops onto his knees.