[for Hunter]

[more_flexible]

[from here]

Hunter was utterly pliant, breath catching as fingers brushed his skin, groaning as Jack's mouth found his again. This all felt fucking awesome, but there was one problem; Hunter had no idea what he was supposed to be doing. His experience consisted of tricks (who were pretty much interested in getting their money's worth and moving on) and girls who were just as unexperienced with the innocent making out part as he was. And Maureen, but that had pretty much just been some amazing sex and that was all. This was different, and Hunter didn't know if he was supposed to be touching Jack back or taking off his pants or...what. All he knew for sure was when Jack kissed him he was sure as fuck returning that.

The kiss lingered and the minutes ticked by, but Jack barely noticed. He was consumed with finding just where to touch, and how. Focused on Hunter's lips and his tongue. More interested in the angles and curves of the lean, young body.

And he only became more interested when he got the impression that Hunter wasn't entirely sure what to do. Sure, he wasn't a virgin, but Jack had sort of assumed he'd do what felt good. His hand stopped roaming and he caught Hunter's wrist, bringing his hand against Jack's chest. "You can touch me if you want to," he murmured against the kiss. "Or not...you can lay back and let me do everything..."

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[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Perfect response. As soon as he could, he pulled fluidly and disposed of the shorts off the edge of the bed. That meant rolling away for a second, and when he looked back all he could do was take in the sight of Hunter, completely naked.

"Beautiful," he murmured, sliding his fingertips across Hunter's stomach. "You're perfect."

He looked up and flashed a genuine grin, his eyes dark beneath heavy lids. Just a look, just a light touch. A little affection before he curled against him and found all new skin to kiss across the jut of Hunter's hips.

[hnb-hustler.livejournal.com]

Hunter had never been called 'beautiful' before, not by anyone. It brought a deeper flush to his skin than was already there. "I'm n--" But his protest was cut off by a whimper as Jack's mouth found a particularly sensitive spot, his hips twitching as he gasped unsteadily, one hand fisting in the blanket covering his bed as the other did the same in Jack's hair reflexively.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

There were things that were safe and things that weren't, and Jack straddled the line with frightening care. His mouth found the places along Hunter's hips and thighs that made him gasp and jerk, his tongue laved over the shaft of his cock, then darted away at the very last second before anything really risky happened.

It was a dance; it was a complicated dance and Jack hadn't had to be this careful in a long time. And not just because of the disease...the more he explored, the more he realized that Hunter had likely never been treated with any sort of respect or tenderness in regard to sex. He had no clue if he'd been with anyone his own age. He hadn't cared to ask. All he really cared about was making this an experience to remember.

[hnb-hustler.livejournal.com]

Jack's attentions were leaving Hunter breathless and incoherent, experiencing sensations he never thought possible. It was almost unbearable, how sensitive and alive his skin felt as Jack's tongue moved over it, dragging helpless whimpers and moans from his throat that he had no way of stopping even if he'd thought to try.

He sat up abruptly, tugging at Jack's hair and pulling him up to kiss him, something he wouldn't have dreamed of doing not too long ago. It had just become too much to lie still for suddenly, and he needed to do something, to be a part of what was happening to him. It felt like his entire fucking body was throbbing with each beat of his heart as he kissed Jack, shifting as he reached for the waistband of Jack's pants.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack groaned and pressed into the kiss, devouring the eager lips and tongue. Getting his own pants out of the way was a good idea, perfectly timed.

"Jesus, you taste good," Jack murmured into the kiss, hands roaming Hunter's body. Everything was a blur of motion, breath and touch, and that Hunter had finally decided to join in made it all the better.

[hnb-hustler.livejournal.com]

The sweatpants were easily removed, especially with Jack helping. He groaned softly, one arm clamped around Jack as the other one explored newly-bared skin, moving over his thigh, his hip, sliding between them to graze his cock.