We're probably going to hell

[haveitback]

actually definitely

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[haveitback]

[ Doing anything with Jack is a fight. Even like this, together and supposedly comfortable with one another they can't have peace for very long. Pressed against a wall, Pitch has already had most of his clothes stripped away and scattered across the floor. It's a little maddening to feel this much need for the younger spirit, to know he has this much control over him. But at the same time as he drags his nails across ice pale skin he can't bring himself to resent it too much. Instead he goads Jack between breaths, between kisses. ]

If you don't hurry up I might- [ He exhales sharply. ] Be inclined to forget whose turn it is and take charge...

[darkfrost]

Give me a second.

[He fumbles a bit more, trying to find a comfortable position that couldn't leave him with muscle cramps. He casts a quick look to the side, because as much fun as it is to have Pitch against a wall of all things, it's just not working for Jack, even though he desperately wanted it to. His eyes fall on something that sat at the right height.

He tugs Pitch over to it, not letting up on the kisses. Distracting him. Kisses were usually good at shutting Pitch up for a few seconds, and Jack smiles triumphantly when he presses him against the flat surface.]

Better. Now... Where were we?

[haveitback]

[ He laughs into the kisses because he knows what Jack is planning and doesn't fight for the moment. Instead Pitch grabs possessively at Jack's waist and pulls him flush against him. ]

You were making some promises that I'm eager to see you try and carry out.

What was the exact phrase you used, Jack? I forget.