more_flexible | [for daniel]

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.

He caught his breath and nodded, withdrawing agonizingly slowly. His hands skimmed lightly to Daniel's ass, then lower to his thighs.

"Keep your legs spread," he said, so softly it could have been mistaken for a suggestion. He smoothed his hands up and down those legs a few times, then when he was satisfied they'd stay that way, he walked round to face Daniel, looking into his eyes. "Hold still. You move, I stop. Understand?"

"Legs spread." Daniel's voice was far lower and breathier than it'd been a few minutes ago. He nodded. "No moving. I understand." He understood that it wasn't a suggestion so much as an order coupled with a threat for disobedience. And it wasn't the kind of threat that he wanted to risk Jack actually going through with.

Jesus.

"Good," he purred, leaning in to ghost lips against lips...the he stepped back and walked behind him again. Jack could be extremely quiet when he wanted to, and he knew just how maddening it could be when you had to wait--and you didn't even know what you were waiting for.

He was still and silent for only a minute, certain it felt more like fifteen, then he took up his jeans and pulled them back on.

"Your ass looks fantastic like this, Daniel. But your back is a mess. You're going to feel me everytime you sit or lay down for days," Jack said as he circled back around. He looked into the man's eyes and smiled, then sank to his knees and without any more reason to wait, he closed his lips around only the head of Daniel's cock and began to lick.

Jack on his knees for Daniel was one of the most amazing things Daniel had seen. He'd started to respond to what Jack had said. Started to say that he wanted to be able to feel it for days. That he wanted to remember Jack every time he moved. And then Jack knelt.

Daniel's hands wound around the binds, but otherwise he didn't so much as twitch.

Jack had given an order and Daniel intended to follow it.

Hands slid around and moved up the backs of Daniel's thighs as Jack sucked, pulling him in, pulling himself forward until his nose and lips burrowed into the wiry-soft hair. His tongue undulated against the shaft as he sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, and finally drew back with enough suction that his cheeks drew in, cutting deep hollows above his jaw.

Jack's hands kept creeping higher until he could claw at Daniel's ass and get a ruthless grip. Only then did he let his lips slacken so he could bob against the length of firm flesh that rested on his tongue.

Maybe it was a good thing Daniel's wrists were still tied. He twitched just a little with the urge to move his hands and wrap them in Jack's hair. He groaned Jack's name over and over, eyes intent on the other man. He wasn't looking away. Not now. Definitely not now.

"Please, god, Jack."

He'd never said Daniel couldn't talk.

He would never get tired of giving Daniel reason to say his name like that. With as much focus as he'd devoted to everything else tonight, he closed his eyes and let everything fall away until all he knew was the feeling of Daniel in his mouth, the scent and sound of him, the heat of his body beneath Jack's arms and hands. He moved faster, tighter, precise in every way. Daniel was doing so well at remaining still and keeping his legs apart that Jack couldn't bring himself to make the man wait any longer than he had to.

Daniel's muscles quivered and his hips twitched with the effort it took to keep still. His breathing got harsher and he kept moaning Jack's name on a soft, continuous loop punctuated only by a deep groan as Jack's words came back to him. I'd tear the universe apart for you. "Yours. God, yours." He tried to come up with something more coherent than that, but thought was mostly lost to him.

All the sounds did were encourage Jack. He moved faster, worked his tongue across skin, pulled with his lips, every trick he knew could possibly inspire a moan. His arms tightened and held Daniel in place and with just a slight reach, a bit of flexing of his fingers, he teased the slick, tender entrance in time with the rhythm of his mouth.

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