more_flexible | [for daniel]

Daniel's knees buckled for a minute and it was only the leather straps that kept him upright. He took a few breaths and got his feet back underneath him. "That all you got?" he said, voice remarkably calm while the rest of him was slowly starting to unravel.

Jack laughed with his mouth still clamped to Daniel's shoulder. He ultimately let go, swiping his tongue along the grooves his teeth had left, the righted himself.

"I've barely gotten started," he said softly. He took a step one way and pushed Daniel the other, turning him around so Jack was behind him. "You want to pick a word? Trust only goes so far."

"Just started?" Oh, jesus. He'd known what he was getting himself into, but there were degrees on the theme and this was by far the highest degree he'd been at in years. Still. He wasn't going to back away from this. "I don't screw around when I stay stop, Jack. I don't mean one thing and say another. And you'd...probably wouldn't be surprised just how far my trust in you goes."

He'd left and come back. That was really all Daniel needed.

Warm, soft lips pressed against the nape of Daniel's neck, lingering as Jack smiled again. "I'm not even going to test how far, Daniel." He paused, stepped back, and began low before working his way up. None was all that hard, only a few went far enough to raise welts, but the lashes just kept coming without rhythm.

"Which is why-" a gasp, an arch, and a moan of Jack's name "-why you have it." Daniel squirmed a little, looking for more than what he was getting. Harder, more skin on skin, something that he wasn't getting, he just wasn't sure what that was. His skin was itching for something and he just wished he knew why.

He paused and ran his fingertips up from tailbone to neck, then twisted his wrist and raked his nails back down fast. They did raise welts. He could feel them even though he couldn't see them when he ran his fingers from one side to the other and around his waist. He was pressed tight, bare chest against raw back and jeans still on. He ground his hips forward, finding friction against the curve of Daniel's ass.

"Is she going to be pissed off if you come home torn up?" he whispered, nuzzling lightly against Daniel's neck, a sharp contrast to the pain from moments earlier.

Daniel arched sharply as the nails ran down his back and he cried out. It took a minute for him to breath and another minute for him to focus on Jack's question. He closed his eyes and leaned back a little. "I...she shouldn't. I'll tell her not to worry."

It wasn't her business and he was a big boy and could take care of himself. Even when he was bound and naked in the barn.

"How torn up are we talking?"

Jack licked a slow line from pulse to shoulder, then stepped back. He answered the question with an actual, full strike that landed diagonally with a sound that made one of the horses farther down startle. Just the one strike and he was against Daniel's body again, kissing and biting and reaching around to stroke him again.

"She doesn't need to," he whispered. "You're mine to worry about."

It might have been the sound of the strike or the suddenness of Daniel's shout that startled the horse. He arched into Jack's hand, leaning back again.

"I...god, Jack." He wasn't sure exactly where the possessiveness was coming, but he wasn't even considering complaining. Not when it made Jack do something like this. Not when it made him sound the way he was.

He dropped the lash and reached up to grab Daniel by the hair and jerk his head backward. The way his heart was pounding and adrenaline rushed through his blood, his high was wearing off. The sound of his name cut through him, making him shiver, making him pull at the man harder.

"Daniel," he groaned, flexing and rubbing against his back. "Say you're mine."

Daniel knew what Jack wanted from him before the words were out of his mouth. It always came down to this in the end. He'd already started nodding before his brain put in a late appearance. "Say my name again, Jack," he whispered, not knowing whether it would set Jack or how it would set him off.

He was the one tied up, but he was also the one making demands.

"Tell me how much you want me. Tell me you're mine."

Jerking Daniel's hair harder, Jack pulled his head back so every inch of his throat was taut and vulnerable. "You know how much I want you," he began, his voice soft and low against bare skin. "How much I trust you. Do you know what I'd do for you? How far I'd really go? Daniel...you're mine and I'd tear the universe apart for you."

Daniel didn't pull back or away at all. In fact, he didn't even move apart from his harsh breaths. He just looked at Jack and focused on him. Completely on him. "Say the words, Jack." He caught Jack's eyes and continued. "I know how very much yours I am. But do you know quite how much mine you are?"

"Yours," he rasped, landing a kiss and close to his mouth as he could reach. Something in the back of his mind told him that if John heard him, saw them, Daniel would conveniently disappear...and that made him hold on even tighter. "I know, Daniel."

"I'm yours and you're mine and we've already proven that even our own interference can't change that, let alone anyone else's." Jack had come back and, to Daniel, that had sealed the deal. That had been the deciding factor of a decision he'd long since made.

A low growl rumbled through Jack's chest and throat and with one fluid motion he spun Daniel around to face him, the leather around his wrists creaking as it tightened. Jack crushed his mouth against Daniel's, tongue thrusting in as both arms wound around him, nails biting into his back. It wasn't love, wasn't tender, wasn't anything but a brutal and animalistic claim, but he wasn't pretending it meant anything more. Or less.

Daniel hissed into Jack's mouth, arching forward. There were so many ways he'd already submitted to Jack tonight, but in this he didn't. He didn't fight back, but he met Jack every inch. Jack claimed him and he claimed Jack. Give and take and he wouldn't have it any other way.

A hand moved down to cup his ass and the other rose to coil into his hair. Jack had already slipped into a singular focus, which might be the only reason he had control enough up to this point to keep his jeans on. Soft kisses, tongues gliding over tongues, teeth pulling at lips, he finally had to move away to breathe and to touch and to try to shake off the dizzying haze of need. Need to have him, but not keep him. Need to know that there was more, but not everything. It was so foreign to almost everyone he tried to explain it to...but Jack just knew, and it wasn't anything he could really put into words.

"You want me to untie you before I fuck you?" he murmured, never entirely ceasing the way he moved against, across, and over Daniel's entire body.

"Why quit when I've come so far already?" Daniel pointed out. Which was his way of saying no, he didn't want Jack to untie him. Not yet. He swallowed, closed his eyes, and pressed back against Jack. "Just...god, Jack, don't make me wait any more. Fuck me, please."

It wasn't quite a plea, but it was close.

Jack let go of him long enough to undo his jeans and fish in the pocket before he let them fall and kicked them off. He pushed Daniel's legs apart and slick fingers pushed roughly into him. He pressed a smile to Daniel's skin and breathed out slowly, letting the warmth feather across his shoulder as he pushed in and drew back, twisted and spread his fingers. He was fast but thorough and only withdrew when he was satisfied that the man was ready. After that, he didn't hesitate at all. Daniel all but begged to be fucked, and with one hard, fluid thrust, he got what he'd asked for.

Perfect. No teasing and Daniel was in no mood to be teased. Not anymore. He couldn't move much, but he did press his hips back and met Jack as much as he could. "Mine," he whispered into the air around them. It was almost absurd, given their positions, but at the same time, it wasn't at all. "You are mine, Jack." Most of the time, he didn't think about it. He knew, so he didn't need reassurance. Most of the time.

"Yeah," he agreed with only breath. He reached up and caught Daniel's hair again and held his hip in a rough grip pulling him back even more. Jack pistoned his hips, dropped his chin to his chest, and closed his eyes. He had Daniel bound and bent and all his. Willingly all his.

Jaw clenched, teeth grinding together, Jack found just the right angle and just the right pace and held nothing back. He knew what it was like to be used like this. To want and need and have to wait. To do it because you knew it would be worth it.

He tightened his fingers in Daniel's hair and pulled him back more, curving his spine just so he could bite into the meat of his shoulder, muffled grunts coming from his nose and throat with every thrust that almost matched the feeling of Daniel's pulse against his tongue.

Breathe. That was all Daniel could really do, breathe. Breathe and imagine just what it was Jack was feeling. He closed his eyes, grip tightening on the binds that held him, and moaned. It was all pleasure and pain combining into one heady rush that kept his body taut and eager. Eventually, Jack would get to him and he groaned, biting back his own impatience. It wouldn't make Jack go any faster.

Minutes ticked by and every time he felt he was getting close, felt the tight, slow burn rising low in his gut, he shifted, slowed or sped up, did something just different enough to hold off and keep fucking him. To hang onto the slide and friction and the tight heat of Daniel's body that opened for him more and more before closing again, pulling him in.

Jack held back as long as he could, but soon he was pumping faster, snapping his hips, groaning Daniel's name in rapid succession, and finally shuddering against his back as sharp pulses filled Daniel and left him nearly boneless.

Daniel's hands clenched and relaxed repeatedly. He wanted to touch Jack. He'd told Jack to leave him up here, but he hadn't realized just how much he was itching to press his fingers to Jack's skin. It was almost a kind of torture and he was about ready to beg Jack to let him go. About, but he wanted to see if, or rather what Jack was planning now.

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