"Could just slide you under the bed, keep you like a toy," he breathes. "Pull you out whenever I wanna ride this dick or fuck you." His voice has a needy edge - Jack feels so fucking good.

He spreads his thighs more, grinding down against Jack. Controlling the angle while he's on top is easy, and it doesn't take him long to get it just right. "Oh fuck," he gasps, hips stuttering a little the first time Jack's cock slides just right. He moves faster after that, desperate to chase that feeling. It's like Jack's barely even there - he could be riding a dildo. But he's not; there's a perfect, warm, squirming body under him and it's perfect.